A Gargoyles Prey
The stillness of the city was oppressive, the kind of silence that screams at the senses with its oblivion. Even the animals were silent, the kind of hush that comes over a jungle then a predator is on the hunt. Of course that was exactly what was abroad, she knew that when she came here, but her curiosity drove her on. A curiosity mixed with an excitement she dare not give a name to.
The draguinea had come to the city knowing its curse, the fantastic stories of a beast that roamed its winding night time streets and preyed on those who dared to wander where the locals knew.. The tales had contained gory details of those found the next day, torn asunder or dashed against the cobbles, one tale even talked of a trio of victims, barely alive and displayed in a grim tableau before the ruined cathedral. Other ones of more bizarre fates for some of the dead, and vile rumours of what was done to some who survived, but none had met such people. It was those tales that excited her most.
The cathedral seemed to be centre of it all, fifty years ago the conquerors of the city had burned it to the ground and displayed the corpses of its priests in the streets. Stories of the beast surfaced soon after, or at least so Shirik had found, few others seemed to have made the connection, though the link was tenuous, she had learned that none in the town would even approach the building, its curse was similarly well known. The people here were an overly superstitious lot, but who could blame them after all the disappearances.
She found herself in one of the winding streets fronting the disused cathedral square, tottering buildings reached for the stars either side, heavily shuttered with their inhabitants secure inside. This district was once prosperous under the older regime, but now only the desperate lived here, perhaps the rich knew of the danger here and had fled years ago. She picked her way through piles of detritus strewn across the alley to the point of almost filling it, her spine prickling as she saw the jagged ruined spires of the cathedral back lit by the gibbous moon. Something about the place made her base animal instinct trigger a fearful response.
She let her paw slide down to her sword, a short iron blade with a flat hilt, then drew it and laid it along her thigh, pressing against the hardened leather of her armour. It somehow made her feel more secure, though something told her it would do her no good, but she had come here to discover the truth, to satisfy that curiosity and need, something called her here and it was too late to let her fear conquer her now.
She sat in the shadow of the alley, crouched down against the cool stone. Despite her six foot size and that long tail she was quite adept at concealing herself, the black armour and charcoal fur of the draguinea making camouflage in the dark a little easier. Her short muzzle twitched and she reached he paw up to play with the collar and tag at her neck, pushing it under her curbolli armour to prevent it shining in the moonlight.
The cathedral itself was constructed once to three spires, the grand central one was now half demolished and utterly skeletal, fire and time had seen all but part of the winding stair interior crumbled and shattered in the square below else its stone had been plundered to build housing elsewhere. A similar fate had taken the right hand tower also, more the plundering as most of the hovels around here showed the same sandy red hue of the cathedral itself. Only the left tower was still mostly intact, a crenelated needle with five levels of flying buttresses and pinnacles mostly still intact. It seemed odd this one tower had survived the gaggle of needy peasants looking for building materials.
She could see no movement, it was time to act. She crouched down and extended her wings, letting the breeze catch them and feeling its ebb and flow, picking her moment. The square itself was littered with rubble, and did not provide much of a run up, still she had flown from a shorter take-off before. She felt the wind pick up and started to sprint, despite her slight chubbiness she had powerful legs over a short distance as she felt the current take to her wings she tilted them meet the ascent. Before she knew it her weight was lifted, that strange shift in her centre of gravity that had almost made her throw up the first time she felt it as a child, and she was airborne.
The night sky was cold as it streamed around her body but she was used to it now, flight bred a tolerance for the lower temperatures. Ahead the only unbroken tower was a vague shape in the blackness, but she was used to night flying, she earned her living that way after all. A thief with wings was definitely one of the most effective. Soon the stone of the tower was visible, each crumbling block defined in her night sight, she approached the fourth buttress, close to an open window into the tower itself.
Shirik grasped onto the stonework, claws catching and cushioning her impact, her wings slowing her just enough, still she let out an involuntary gasp, but seemed to be secure, using her long tail to wrap around the angle of the support. One leap and she was inside the upper tower itself, standing on a rough stone stair in pitch darkness. She paused a moment to let her vision adjust, there was no silence here though, her noisy landing had perhaps disturbed some loose rock, a soft scraping and scratching, rats perhaps? The sound was coming from the outside of the building however, down from the towers apex above, no rat would be crawling down such an incline.
She felt panic take her, was this the beast? She stood still peering over at the bare open window. The sound slowed and stopped, somewhere above her. She had to know, had to see what it could be, she stepped lightly up the steps, curling around the tower twice before she found another window, similarly open the bare night sky. Inching forward silently Shirik leaned out and peered to either side, one way the hulking figure of a gargoyle sat staring out into the darkness to the other a sleepy looking pigeon tapping its way down the slate angled roof. She breathed a sigh of relief, just nerves combined with restless sky rats it seemed.
She slipped back inside and followed the winding flight of steps down, perhaps she would find something left over in this place, if the locals have it a wide berth, there might be something left or stored here. She stopped on the next landing, nothing but rubble and cobwebs, the floor scored in places with deep scratches. She heard those noises again, a firm scrabbling descending the side of the room, her fear resurfaced and she had to suppress the urge to squeak, a bad habit of hers when under stress. Further down the stairs letting her fear behind her, the beast would have made itself known by now she surmised.
The next landing was larger than the last, one end of it held a stone slab, above which a gilt inlaid circle of flame shimmering in the half light, the symbol of the old order here. The slab itself was covered in more scratches and the dark stains of blood running down channels on its sides, leading to a trough at the front, the edges of the slab showed iron chains, hanging loose at each edge. Something about the place made it feel less abandoned than the rest and she could see now why this cult had been driven out, its practices were dark indeed.
"Interesting. I saw you were drawn here, I did not realise how deep you would come." the voice was heavy and sombre, unnatural in pitch. She turned with a squeak of panic to see the frame of the window behind dominated by the from of the same gargoyle she had seen before, quite capable of fluid movement as it slid into the room. "Shh It is too late now... I could have plucked you from the air but I wanted to see what you desired.. I see now you are nothing more than a thief.." the beast rumbled low, its huge claws clattering on the stone floor as it approached.
"N-no...that's not true..." she started to protest, bringing her sword forward to face the creature, all black stone and carved muscle that seemed to have an impossible motion, how could stone twist and writhe like flesh? The creature stood seven foot tall at least, its green eyes blank and cold staring down at her, a canine muzzle surrounded by loose falling long hair and supplanted by curved horns. It reached out a shining metal talon towards her "You knew what was waiting for you, and still you came...you deserve your fate, little one..." though he did not stand much taller than her the truth of his statement was clear, she was dwarfed by his form.
Why had she come here? This was madness but a madness borne of some desire to see the truth and now it was here it was utterly terrifying. She struck out with her sword feinting to one side and then slashing back across his chest, her blow glancing as he hopped back but leaving a faint glimmer of lighter stone where he had been cut, though no blood flowed. A sudden movement from his claw senr it slashing across her arm, the draguinea trying to block too late with her sword though it stopped much of the force of the blow, still she felt a deep scratch and blood flowing down to her elbow. He pressed the advantage while she was off balance, forcing her back and hurling her to the ground "You are outmatched, it will hurt less if you stop struggling..."
"Damn you! Never!" she thrust up and felt the sword slide and glance along his side, making the beast snarl, his foot claw raked down her thigh, she could feel the leather rip, then the flesh give way with a sharp pain as his claw tips dragged through her fur, her breaches ripped open by the furious slash. She screamed out a guttural shrill cry, squirming up and thrusting in with the sword again trying to find something vital. The beast grabbed her wrist and slowly forced her arm back, his strength against hers, but he had the advantage of weight, pinning her down he pushed her sword arm painfully above her head. "Shh little one...one little bite and you will cease your caring..."
"F-fuck you! I just wanted to.. to.. Ah let me go..Ill leave.." she pleaded, looking into those cold green eyes as he muzzle came closer, those thick long fangs glinting. He paused, using his one claw to hold her arms above her, it seemed his weight and strength could hold her easy in one hand, he plucked her sword from her paw and slid it under her armour at her belly "Just wanted to what?" he rumbled, the sound vibrating his chest as he held her close "Why are you here and what is your name?"
"Shirik...I am here to see if the legends are...are true.." it seemed a worthless statement now, pointless now the beast had her a bay. She felt her armour tug, then rip as he pulled on the sword opening her nakedness to the air and the cool stone of his body as he pressed against her again, throwing her sword to one side "Shirik...you can call me Zuki, for what its worth...names mean little on cold nights like this.." he licked one of his fangs, casting his glance down her plump body.
She squeaked again, reddening to be exposed like this, but if it was to be the end of her she guessed there was not much worse than that. The feel of his stone muscles against her soft fur was a curious one though. She closed her eyes as she felt his hot maw at her neck, his warm breath caressing her as he inhaled her scent. She could feel those sharp teeth dragging through her fur, his tongue dabbing her and licking, seeking. She felt it pause a moment against her jugular vein, the realisation of what he was seeking making her squeak again. "Shh...you wont feel it...well maybe a little.." he spoke softly and gently to her, his other paw rubbing down her chest and caressing one of her nipples "Lie still...and it will be fast..." he murmured, it seemed this predator was being gentle to his prey. She considered fighting but somehow that did not seem viable now.
She felt a sharp pain and a soft crunch of a sensation as his fangs penetrated her neck, the beast pushing down hard to force them into her skin and the vein beyond. She could feel the tension in him as he bit down, but did not tear in, or release her. The next second the felt a cold sensation that seemed to extend from her neck into her body, the gargoyle was injecting something into her, something cold. Her head suddenly swam, the world tumbling as something was overcoming her senses. Poison! She tried to cry out but only a low moan escaped there was a prickling heat over her body, everything was moving slower around her, a fire in her belly a strange sensation she never thought to feel at a time like this. She could not understand it, her stomach ached in a low throb, her legs feeling restless, then she sensed the wetness, the heat between her legs, she was aroused, needy, beyond anything she had felt before. This could not be happening, it made no sense, but little did, her head was dosed up. She sensed the fangs being removed, sliding out with another slight pain, the beast pulling her up and taking her to the slab.
She was kneeling on it, the gargoyle dragging her up and sitting back, it was then she saw his length, of course the beast was naked but she had not noticed this before. Now however in her state she wanted it, at least on one level, her mind was working on several levels, a bestial need for sex, and a detached horror at what the creature was doing to her. Somehow she needed it though, wanted it. She pushed her muzzle close and looked up along his body as she suckled hungrily on his head, feeling the odd smoothness of the stone there as she took his scent and taste in. The draguinea moaned and grasped her claws against the hips of the beast, loving the feel of him in her mouth.
"Mmm I knew you would feel differently now.." the gargoyle licked some blood from his maw, watching her take him down, he slides himself deeper, rocking his hips in time with her movements, each time letting her take more in her mouth, he rumbles a moan, she felt him get even harder from her talented tongue. He looked down at her with a smile, running his claws up and down her horns as she served him, his claws gripped both horns and he pushed himself deep, rutting her maw with rapid bucks, the liquid sound of his length slipping over her lips joining his low growls.
She found herself enjoying his taste, needing it the desire inside her making her wonder if it was genuine or the venom he had pumped into her. She needed more of him, wanted it, "Mmmph..Fuck me.." she whispered, before sliding him deep inside again, the heat between her legs making her moistness mix with the drying blood on her thigh. Zuki pushed her back on the altar, laying her down "Put your chains on Shirik..." he murmured, his eyes staring into hers "Be a good prey and tie yourself down for me..."
The draguinea found herself slipping her paws into the manacles, while the beast did the same for her feet, tying her spread on the slab before him, he licked his lips as he looked down at her, aroused to see her wetness and need for him. She squirmed in her chains, wondering what had come over her, how she could be so needy for the monster that had promised to end her. Somehow she wanted that, wanted him to take her as his prey, mate her and taste her.
She whimpered as he crawled over her, the larger beast fixing his claws either side of her head and curled around the slab, looking down at her with a fanged smile, he suddenly looked much less fearsome. She wanted him inside her, badly. Pressing herself up to grind her plump furred stomach against his length, grinning as she felt his pre scent marking her on her belly. "Mmmh please Zuki...take me as your prey..."she whimpered. The gargoyle kissed her suddenly, flooding her maw with his tongue, wrapping her own and dominating it as he slid back and slowly slid himself inside her soaking wet slit. She opened up for him with a softness and speed that belied her need, sucking him in with her muscles and squealing out loudly, breaking the kiss to call out his name, letting the predator rut into her like she needed, her claws grasping the cold iron chains.
"Rrrf! So tight...mnh...so ready my little prey..." he tensed, she could tell he enjoyed her pussy, his reactions obvious, muscles bunched up, his breathing ragged as he started to mate her, a low rumbling growl rhythmic as he worked his length in and out of her. She tugged on the chains, wanting to wrap her legs and push that shaft inside her deep "Mmmh Yes Sir..ohh..Im your prey." breathlessly panting and pushing herself against him, squeezing him with her hot sex.
Zuki broke the kiss and licked down her neck and chest, his tongue powerful as it ran against the nap of her fur, lapping down and sealing his mouth over one of her nipples as he suckled and flicked it with his powerful tongue, each rut of his hips slamming her into the rough stone and making the chains rattle in unison. She felt totally given over to the sensation of being mated by the gargoyle, spread for him in this dark tower like some kind of sacrifice. The effect of the venom in her system only making each pass of his thick length all the more intense, little squeaks of pleasure joining the other noises. She could even feel the rumbling growl in the gargoyles chest as he pressed it against her, vibrations rolling in time with the apex of his thrusts.
The beast raised his muzzle to her neck again, moving to the other side of her neck this time choosing another vein with a careful lick of his tongue, his hips pressed to hers in less violent movements, grinding himself inside her. The little draguinea gasping in time with his sharp final thrust. The gargoyle takes her head by one of her horns and turns it to one side, twisting and holding her neck exposed to him. Zuki bit down again, this time deeper and with more power, rutting in to thrust her body up as he pushes down. Her blood bubbled up from the wound as he pulled back pushing his hungry maw against her fur, sucking and making loud swallowing sounds as she sprayed into him.
"Auughh! Mhh! Take me...Ahh!" she grimaced in pain and pleasure, the combination of the sharp bite and the firm grinding inside her driving her wild, there was something utterly pleasurable about what would normally be agony, perhaps some weird effect of his venom. The beast resumed his more vigorous pounding now he had her bleeding, the coppery taste of her blood on his tongue as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful, feeding on his prey while taking her deep, loving every second of it. Her blood coated his maw and down his neck where his rutting send it splashing over his body.
The sensations continued for some time, the feeling of him inside her a thick presense that drove her closer and closer to release, at the same time his maw was attached tight to her neck, sucking and draining her blood in thick noisy swallows. Her body seemed like a rag doll under his much heavier stone one, but still he seemed to stay the bulk of his weight even while rutting her so deeply, she pushed her muzzle into his hair, inhaling that musky dark scent of the gargoyle, overcome from the wound and the pounding, whimpering out his name and biting at his eartips weakly.
Slowly she felt her orgasm overtake her, even as the dizziness from blood loss was making her sense less and less. A slow building crescendo that ended in powerful intensity, harder than she had ever felt before. Her tightness was milking the gargoyle as she came, her body shivering while she squeaked all the louder, she felt him rear back, rutting with sudden fierceness into her sex as she tightened, a loud roar emitting from him as he flooded her with his seed. That sweet heat inside her splashing her even as the blood ebbed from her neck. The intensity of the release robbed her of the last of her strength, the last thing the saw, the gargoyle coming down for a nuzzling kiss, rumbling contentedly.
The dim light of morning streamed in through the only window into the chamber, amazed she found herself still alive, her bindings to the slab undone, her head groggy and a terrible weakness in her. The events of the night were somewhat vague, though the pain and throbbing of her wounds were far from phantom. She touched her neck, turning to look down at the slab. A rough pair of scabbed puncture marks, and ragged bloody fur met her claw tips, and she saw the channel around the altar filled with her blood. She touched her sex, sore from the pounding she took there from the beast, she found herself wet again from the thought of it, or perhaps the residual venom in her system, or perhaps not.
She stood unsteadily, feeling her way over to the remains of her armour, looking back to the altar, in the light she recognised it, this was the symbol of the fertility god, the bringer of harvests and plenty. Perhaps she understood more now, and wondered too how long it would be before she would be strong enough to return. She rather liked the role of prey that had been assigned her.