8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Laura

I take another breath. The dorm room is relatively new to me, and for now, it almost fades away, as if I'm back in a dream.

But the gargoyle standing in front of me is supposed to be real and very alive. His wings are right there by his sides and his red eyes are burning through my body, reaching deep into my soul.

He licks his lips as if I'm his food. "Trust me, I'll make it good."

With the bulge at his crotch, I don't doubt that. But...

I take half a step back, but I soon stop myself. "I... Am I supposed to be scared of a gargoyle? I... I don't know about that."

He takes a step back when I expect him to be pissed. This isn't the first time I pulled back in our brief talk. He says, "I mean, a lot are scared of my kind. That's part of the point of why we look the way we look; to deter and protect. There's no need to be scared of me unless you're my enemy. My enemies are beings who try to hurt humans on the campus, especially the magical beings."

It makes sense, except maybe it doesn't make any sense. There's a buzz in my head, almost there to make sure I can't think straight. "But..."

"Nothing you aren't comfortable with."

But... Maybe I want something. It feels like I want him even though I don't even understand what that entails. It is supposed to feel good right? But... "It feels like it will hurt."

"My cock? Don't worry."

I take another step back regardless, even when he hasn't moved closer. "I... I've never done something like that." I may have thought about being with someone and hooking up, but I've never actually done that. Just thinking about talking to someone gets me nervous, so… letting them touch me is yet another level.

He tilts his head to the side. "You aren't freshly an adult."

"I just got into college."

He lifts his brows with a faint smirk. "Don't lie to a gargoyle."

I have no idea whether he guessed it right or peeked into my mind, which I hope he didn't. He probably wouldn't, knowing that I don't like that.

My gaze drifts to the side. "Well... Still not that old."

He says, "I'll take my time, as long as it will take for it to feel good."

This is some craziness. "I suppose that can work."

He flaps his wings slowly, almost as if he is trying not to whirlwind and mess with things in the room. "I promise with my wings."

Is that a gargoyle's way of promising things? "I'm nervous."

"This is your first time after all. I'd be honored."

This may as well be the worst idea ever. I did want a fresh start in this college, but in no way does that mean to be fucking a gargoyle. I could tell others about that, and they'd think I meant a gargoyle-styled dildo.

I worked a few years before I got into college, which I didn't tell anyone. But somehow, he knows...

Maybe he guessed it. Someone who's good at gauging people's age can probably do that.

I've never had the courage to date anyone, not that anyone would be interested in me anyway. I'm just a weirdo and can't even talk well with others.

But this gargoyle right in front of me thinks that I'm worth showing up for.

I murmur. "It's wild. No one even talks to me much, but you're here."

He scowls. "Who's that? Who doesn't even want to talk to you?"

I take his fist and stroke his knuckles. "I mean, I don't really talk to others, either, so I don't blame them. I've never been good at making friends."

He blinks as if he's trying to understand me. I think I've made it simple to understand.

He says, "But... I still don't get it. You are kind."

I sigh. "Maybe. I don't know. All I did was clean your wings, come on."

He chuckles. "And clean something else too."

My cheeks grow hot again. "You'd enjoy the cock rub."

He gestures for me to get closer. "Here, I'll show you good pussy rubs, and pussy banging, if that's what you want."

Even though he insists that this isn't a dream, it feels like I'm in a dream. I go up and hug him. Maybe I should think less and just do what I want.

"Yes, gargoyle. Well, what's your name?"

"Gisett."

"Wait, do you have your name on the base of the statue or something already?"

He shakes his head. "I'm just a regular gargoyle who hasn't earned the right to have my name written on a plate."

"Does that mean there are famous gargoyles?"

"Indeed, but maybe humans don't know their names."

I guess the world is a lot larger than I know or can even imagine.

He watches me for another second. "Hey, I'm still a strong gargoyle who drove away evil spirits from the campus, even though that was a long time ago. How else do you think I earned to stay here?"

I stare at him with my brain smacked empty. I don't think he's lying to me, but if he is, I'd be the biggest idiot in the world to believe him. Yet...

Is it a thing that when people proclaim something wild with such certainty that what they say kind of feels real?

But he is a gargoyle... I rubbed his chest and no body paint fell off, the wings can move as he wills, so I guess it isn't that impossible for what he said to have happened.

I nod. "I don't doubt you're strong." Though it feels silly that sitting on campus, playing statues is actually a prize for gargoyles.

He picks me up and I wrap my arms around him at once. It almost feels like I'm back into my dream from last night. "Here." He puts me on the bed, climbing onto it and straddling me. He sniffs me and kisses my cheek. "Mm... You smell good. Tasty."

"Do gargoyles eat humans?"

He chuckles and reaches between my legs. "It depends on which kind of eat we're referring to. I can make everything great."

I gasp when he rubs me. I'm so wet that it's almost embarrassing. Is this supposed to be it? That... He is turning me on even though he isn't a human.

But he has those juicy abs...

Maybe... Maybe it's my problem. Maybe I feel so strongly for him because I've never been with someone else.

Or is it?

Now, I wish I had been with someone else, then I could make a comparison. But that would mean I would have to be out there meeting people, find someone who wants to date me, but then someone breaks up with them, all of that just so I can figure out why I'm feeling this way for a gargoyle.

Totally not worth it.

Gisett huffs and yanks off my trousers and my panties, all in a swift motion. "You should focus on me."

I shiver at his low growl, now this feels scary.

He tosses my clothes to the side. "I hope I won't scare you. It's just... a bit hard for me to be polite all the time. It'll feel like I can't even make out the words. Just know that I'd never hurt you."

I take a breath, trying to calm myself. "Maybe I'm just too sensitive."

He shakes his head as he fishes out his thick cock. "No, I'm supposed to be kind of scary. And we just met, so I won't blame you at all."

I gasp at his huge monster. I cover my mouth at once, not wanting to look rude.

He chuckles with a proud smirk. "Scared you, huh?"

I know men care quite some about their cock size, even though no one has ever stood in front of me with their cocks dangling out there. Looks like it's the same case with gargoyles.

His cock is black like the rest of his body. He moves closer to me and takes my hand, moving it to his cock, but pausing an inch before I'll be touching it. "Do you, like... want to... um...?"

I thought I would be the only one nervous. Maybe he had been a statue for so long that he didn't get a lot of interaction with other beings too, at least not the pleasant kind of interaction.

I hold his cock with both hands. He is burning hot. I won't be able to hold him with one hand, which is pretty crazy.

He moans and his cock twitches. "Have you ever imagined fucking a gargoyle?"

"No, never." I run my hands up and down his cock. The surface of his cock is rough like the rest of his body. I bit the inside of my mouth, apparently, he was going to rub my inside so hard that I may die. I may have never taken a cock inside me, I can imagine...

"Then I can't surprise you."

I roll my eyes and am about to smack his shoulder when I remember that... I'm not dumb enough to smack a statue.

He seems to see that and the smirk on his face grows. "Here, let's have some fun."

I gasp when he pushes a finger into me, slowly. "I'm not sure whether this is how it should work."

He taps my cheek with the tip of his wing. "Don't worry. I'll get you ready for my cock."

I'm still not sure about that, but he sends waves of electrical sparks down my body with his fingers. He moves his thick finger in and out of me, stretching me. His finger feels a lot larger in my pussy than when I see them somewhere else. He is a big guy, but that's a bit much.

But I like how it feels. He makes my toes curl with the movement. It's a lot different from touching myself, which I don't do a lot anyway.

He nudges the bottom of my boobs as if he's weighing them. "Imagine if I push my cock into you."

I'd probably be dead. His cock is surely thicker than his finger, so if his finger is already stretching me, there's no chance his cock can fit into me. "There's no way you can fit into me."

"Oh, don't let your experience limit your imagination."

I want him to be right, then I can feel his cock, but at the same time, I don't see how that can work.

He rubs me harder, making dirty wet noise with my pussy. I arch and move to let his finger reach deeper into me. I clench onto the bed sheet, trying to enjoy him more. I close my eyes, trying not to think about his huge cock.

The pleasure grows slowly, creeping up at me. My pussy sucks his finger, enjoying the rub.

I... I want more... but I'm not sure whether I'm ready for that.

I gasp when his finger leaves me, but soon replaced by a thick and hot thing that almost burn my clit.

My eyes snap open to his cock rubbing against my entrance. He moves his cock up and down me, rubbing against my clit at times. Holly fuck, he's so thick that this can't work.

He smirks as he watches me. He must be enjoying this and liking how I struggle to even look him in the eyes. My gaze is glued onto his cock, watching it run along my pussy.

"Gisett, are you sure?"

He nods. "I am. Just tell me if it hurts and we'll stop, okay?"

I take a breath. "You really have to stop if I tell you."

"I will." He winks. "But you're not going to need that."

He teases me some more. I want to try him out, but... I don't want to be dead in the process.

I've never wanted something this hard, but...

He wraps his arms around me and the tip of his cock arrives at my entrance, right there. "Here we go."

I close my eyes, getting ready for the pain.

He grunts as he pushes in. "Look at you. One would think I'm torturing you or something."

I grab his back with my body tense. "I... Fuck, you're huge."

"Relax. You can't imagine the pain before it even exists. That's not fair."

I gasp. "It's easy for you to say. I heard it's going to hurt."

"That means whoever doing that is dumb. I'm a professional."

"At fucking women?"

He blinks and pauses. "Um... No? Look, I know what I'm doing, even though I don't fuck around tons. You are in safe hands and wings."

He rubs my clit, probably trying to calm me down. "It's going to be fine and you're going to enjoy our time together."

This is what he said...

He pulls a bit before pushing into me again. "You are soaking wet."

My body is burning hot, and his cock isn't helping. He stretches me as he gets deeper into me, but surprisingly, it doesn't hurt as much as I imagined.

He chuckles as he eases himself into me. "Just relax. Your nails are digging into my back."

"Oh, sorry!"

"It's okay, you won't hurt me. It just tells me that you're anxious. Does it hurt?"

"Not as bad as I thought."

"So... is it bad?"

"For now, it's boring."

His eyes darken and his cock twitches in me, seemingly getting even thicker. Maybe I should shut up and there's a reason I shouldn't be talking tons...