Within her shorts, her hand grew less tentative. She slid it under the second, softer, layer of fabric and gently brushed her nails over the stubble en route to the junction between her legs. Adriana bypassed her nub for the time being, and caressed her outer lips, slowly moving her fingers inward. She collected a bead of wetness around her entrance, and spread it vertically along her slit. More liquid was quick to replace it. Her brain didn’t even register the surprise that it should’ve at her already being this wet.
Another option occurred to Adriana as she kept rubbing slowly, denying herself the firm touch she craved. Maybe Darien had bent her over the boulder and taken her from behind. Sure, it’s less romantic, but it also requires less preparation, and no exposure to the uncomfortable ground. It didn’t have to be romantic anyway, she figured. After all, that time in the dorm, Darien had been pumping into Lizzie hard and fast, and Lizzie was loving every second of it. Adriana had loved every second of it, too, just like she was loving every second she spent touching herself now.
She finally rewarded her clit with a generous amount of her own moisture. The sensation was electric and intensely addictive, and she stifled a moan as she shuddered and her knees buckled. Still stroking primarily around her entrance, she teased her clit every few motions, often enough to sustain its need; its longing; but rarely enough that the novelty of every touch she granted it made her eyes roll back in ecstasy.
Her fantasy continued as her arousal burned brighter and brighter. If Lizzie was on her back on the ground, had she wrapped her legs around Darien the way she had in the dorm? If she’d been there, would she have heard again the obscene squishing of his member sinking into her slick, wet grip? Where would his mouth be, kissing her lips? Her neck? Her breast? Working his way down, teasing her where she’s the most sensitive, as his hardness parts her folds and buries his head as deep as he can desperately push it? Does he cum inside her? Is he vocal? Does it drip out of her as she stands up, bottomless, to walk back to his car?
Maybe it had dripped on the exact spot where she was standing right now.
At long last, she slid a finger into herself and curled it forward immediately. This was too much. At some point, Adriana had started to lean against the wall for support, and now she slid down it until her bottom hit the floor with a jolt and her back pressed against the cold rock. She no longer had to expend any concentration remaining upright, and she cried out softly as the pad of her finger pressed upwards against her inner walls. Coherence abandoned her as she masturbated vigorously, sitting right in the small clearing she’d created next to the gargoyle. The gargoyle, for its part, was watching with glowing yellow eyes.
It took her too long to realize: the gargoyle was watching with glowing yellow eyes.
Ripping her hand out of her pants, Adriana screamed, but with one of the arms that had been wrapped around its knees, the gargoyle reached out and grabbed her with a flash, and somehow stole the scream off her tongue before it even left her mouth. She couldn’t struggle. She couldn’t run. She felt as if she were now stone, and the free movement of her flesh were granted to the creature instead.
When the gargoyle stood up and fully extended its form, it was as tall as a grown man. Adriana was shocked. It had looked so much smaller. But its pose, curled up in a ball, had concealed its true height until the monster chose to reveal it. It had also concealed the sinister, spined, and fully erect penis that jutted out from its abdomen, hard as rock in appearance in addition to material. The gargoyle caught her gaze; its eyes were shining bright enough that her vision was becoming accustomed to their light instead of the faint moonglow, causing her surroundings to fade into blackness around her, trapping her in an isolation of the gargoyle’s creation.
There was nothing but her, the gargoyle, and stone: the stone underneath her, and the gargoyle’s stone grip. In an instant, she felt another touch as a claw roughly pulled down the shorts she’d loosened in one swift motion. The wetness she’d spread around her pussy cooled at once, exposed to the night air. Then came yet another touch, that she could not attribute to hand nor talon. His penis lay on her stomach, and with Adriana immobile, the gargoyle took all the time in the world to leisurely drag it downward without a guiding touch.
She expected it to feel rough, like the concrete of a sidewalk, but to her relief it was as smooth as a river rock, despite the gargoyle’s artificial form. To her relief, the spines lay flat for the moment, flush against the surface of the organ, becoming evenly spaced rows and lines of bumps that ran all the way down its length. The absurd thought occurred to Adriana that if it had been sculpted, the artist had done a fantastic done of making the thing appear demonic. Given the current situation, however, who knows how this creature came to be.
The gargoyle loomed over her and pulled her to the ground. It groped her breast through her shirt (thankfully with a human hand rather than a talon) for stability as it eased forward, and Adriana felt the chilly touch of stone against her opening. It weaponized its temperature, cooling her moisture that was already spread to the point where it stole the heat from her. The cold shock of the touch made her gasp with discomfort even before the monster was even inside her.
And then, before she knew it, it was. The gargoyle didn’t slam into her, but its push was unrelenting and the enormous member forced its way inside. Adriana felt suddenly, shockingly, violently full as the remnants from her earlier masturbation allowed the creature to bottom out in a single stroke.
She grunted hard as the gargoyle’s stone torso collided with her mound, burying its cock entirely inside her. It stretched her wide, and had she been able to fully vocalize, she’d have cried out from the strain rather than the pain. But whatever magic had frozen her kept her largely mute, just as when the gargoyle had grabbed her initially.
As it entered her, it arched its back above her and its bright eyes moved close to hers. In defiance, she avoided eye contact, looking past the monster into the black abyss. Finally finding an object bright enough to see, she latched onto it, and noticed that the moon had become a deep, menacing red.
Adriana was helpless under the gargoyle, mute and frozen, as it began to move. The bumpy stone erection glided in and out of her, as she clenched down on it, her pelvic muscles working in vain to repel the invader. In reality, however, her tight grip only served to amplify the friction against the bumps on the demonic penis, a strange new sensation that complemented the massive insertion. That alongside her arousal from just moments before created a scenario she’d been dreading: in spite of herself, she was once again starting to get turned on.
No. That was absolutely impossible, she decided. Adriana knew herself to be strong, smart, and rational to a fault. She was also a virgin, not some degenerate pervert who would enjoy being immobilized and vulnerable, and too dignified to even admit interest in sex to her best friend. Her current scenario contradicted everything she thought she knew about herself. Yet here she was, becoming wetter than she’d even been in her entire life, as a magical stone figure had its way with her soft, human flesh.
Her warm, tight, and wet interior seemed to be having some sort of effect on the gargoyle as well. At the very least, it was speeding up as it rocked its pelvis back and forth. The bumps on its cock made occasional, random contact with the wrinkled ridge a finger’s-depth inside her, and her eyelids fluttered. Although she still couldn’t vocalize, the gargoyle somehow coaxed small sounds from her anyway as each repeated impact against her forced her diaphragm upwards and expelled a small amount of her breath.
Adriana was completely and utterly helpless. She had never expected restraint, magical or otherwise, to feel so good. And when she finally decided to stop trying to struggle and accept her fate, that turned out to be the last key piece her brain needed to fully give in to the pleasure. The rhythm of the gargoyle’s bump-studded cock continued unrelenting as she realized her tight walls weren’t just trying to deny entry to the monster’s penis. They were also trying to milk every part of it for all the delicious friction it could provide.
Finally, she came, spasming as her body achieved the release it had been building toward ever since she entered the chapel and thought about Darien ravishing her best friend. Her cry pierced the night as she bucked her hips against the unmoving, statuesque cock. Adriana’s thighs rubbed against the gargoyle’s hips as her calves clenched and clenched, while ecstasy radiated from the deepest part of her core. Her mind emptied as the muscles of her vagina rippled against the textured stone behemoth within.
After what seemed like ages, she fell limp, realizing she had moved and yelled during her orgasm, and that the gargoyle had frozen. Her eyes opened again and focused behind the creature, on the moon that had returned to its usual bright white state. The eclipse was over. Adriana scooted backwards, feeling the wetness that had dripped down her ass cheeks leave a gleaming trail on the stone floor.
Any and all light had left the gargoyle’s eyes. It remained motionless as Adriana wriggled out from under it, but a few beats after she freed herself, it began to move. Slowly though, this time, like a door mounted ever-so-slightly crooked languidly swinging open with a creak. The stone form curled back up, closed its legs, and wrapped its arms back around them, concealing once again its height, its intimidating member, and any life it had displayed during Adriana’s visit.
Adriana approached it with caution, not wanting it to repeat its performance, but it did not react. She confirmed this with a poke on its shoulder, which likewise drew no response. Relieved, she caught her breath for a moment, before retrieving her pants and underwear and sliding them back up her shaking legs.
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