8. Gabe
Chapter eight
Gabe
“Fill me up! Please!”
Gods I fucking love having Gwen like this. She’s sweating and squirming, doing everything she can to grind her clit against my dick. I pull away, because I fucking love teasing her like this. It feels good to be just a little bit evil and withhold what she wants, what we both want.
“Oh!” I snake my tail up and press inside her. “You want my tail? You want to be filled?”
“No—yes—ugh!”
“Did you want… something else? If so, you’ll have to tell me, little thief.”
“Gabe, if you don’t fucking fill me up with your cum right now, I’m going to—”
“What?” I lean down and growl into her ear. “What will you do? Make me, little thief?”
I’ve unleashed a hellion now, because Gwen wiggles her legs until they are wrapped around my back, bucking her hips and growling right back at me until she shimmies in just such a way that I slip inside her. I can’t even play our game anymore because the heat and slick of her make my mind go blank.
Gwen has always been home for me, but I’m convinced that this is exactly where I’m meant to be, sheathed inside her, filling her to the brim. I’m going to fill her pussy over and over, until she’s carrying my young and addicted to how I fuck her.
“N—naughty little thief,” I admonish, though we both know I’m in heaven. I pull out, slowly, easing myself until I nearly pop free of her and then push back in just as slow. Gwen will be the death of me if I let her, I swear. She’s squeezing my cock in the perfect way, her eyes and mouth open wide, as if she can’t believe what is happening.
I lock eyes with her, holding her gaze as I pump in and out. I love her so, so much, with everything that I have, and I can’t even tell her, not properly.
Because after all, this is just to have a baby.
With each thrust though, I imagine myself saying what I want to say out loud.
You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
You’ve always been who I wanted.
My stone heart beats for you.
Choose me, choose us, choose a family.
I bury my head in her hair, inhaling the mixed scents of us and can’t help but think how perfect we are together. That when we are like this, locked in immeasurable pleasure, I feel almost as if I can touch her soul. Like, if only I could reach out, I would inhabit her very body.
“Oh fuck Gabe, that feels amazing.”
Frankly, I’m not sure what I’m doing, but it does feel amazing. I swirl my hips, and it almost feels like Gwen’s touching the inside of my cock. She’s squeezing and massaging me, in ways she certainly didn’t last time. I can’t help but think that she’s doing something different, not me. It’s like she’s coaxing my very soul out of my cock and cradling it deep inside her. The rocking of my hips is impeded by however she’s clamping me and I know I don’t have long.
“Oh gods, Gabe! Yes!” she screams, and I’m finished. My body tenses and I shuttle into her. She’s so tight at my tip, I can’t even believe it, but then, like a thief in the night, I slip through some barrier. I feel the blunt rounded edge where I thought her canal ended and where my head just barely brushes it with each movement.
But, part of me continues past that. Part of me, a very sensitive part of me, extends beyond and has slipped inside her and suddenly, right as I explode inside her, filling her with my seed and hoping with everything that I have that it takes hold.
Gwen’s screams take on a higher pitch, though she doesn’t seem to be in pain, she’s clutching me so tight and staring straight into my eyes.
“Holy shit. Was that—was that normal? It felt new, it was amazing, don’t get me wrong, but that didn’t happen the first time.”
“Maybe I’m just getting better? I wasn’t trying to do anything different.”
Gwen relaxes dramatically and puts a hand over her eyes. “Well, damn, keep doing it, even if you have no idea how you did it.”
But as soon as my mind clears and I can think straight for two seconds, I do know what has just happened.
I bonded to Gwen.
So yeah. I am like, super fucked.
Remember how I said I was fucked? I am even more fucked than I thought. A lot of races have fated mates, that the second they meet them or after some other trigger event, boom, they know and then it’s just a matter of like, logistics. Sometimes the bond is instantaneous. Sometimes the bond requires a mating bite or something. Gargoyles don’t have fated mates. We can absolutely develop a mate bond, but it takes a long time and a lot of sex… Usually.
But apparently, if you are obsessed with someone and in love with him for a long time, and you hang out with him all the time, and you are constantly surrounded by their scent, and then you finally have sex with them and then it is the most amazing experience of your entire life… you can form it the second time you have sex. So yeah, I’m super fucked.
The good news is that a bond to Gwen will, overtime, give me some flexibility around when I sleep. While I will always likely need to take a midday nap to soak up the sun, I shouldn’t automatically turn to stone the second it’s up. Gargoyles who mate other gargoyles aren’t so lucky, so I always kind of hoped that I would form a mating bond to a human, because I’ve always been fascinated by the day. Not to mention, that restriction makes it so that I have to sleep way more than the vast majority of people. Most people don’t go to bed the second it is dark or wake up the second it is light, but for my entire life, my life has been ruled by the sun.
Just before dawn, I tear myself away from Gwen to go find Brooks. If Jake was ever up this early, I might go talk to him, because he knows Gwen better, but he’s never up this early. Brooks on the other hand is a farmer. So he’s frequently up before the sun, and if he’s not, I know he won’t be pissed if I wake him up. If anything, he’s probably going to be smug as hell.
I take off, soaring over the end of Main Street, and for not the first time, wonder what it looks like during the day. What are the real colors of the businesses? A lot of them stay open late, because we have so many nocturnal folks, but sometimes it really is like there are two different towns, one of which I don’t know.
I circle Brooks's farm, and see the light on in his and Sydney’s kitchen and land on their front walk. Brooks is pretty used to me coming over early at this point, so by the time I’m sitting down at the table, he is preparing me a cup of coffee.
“Morning.” We grumble at each other. I don’t feel nearly as tired as I usually do at this point and that has me worried.
“I had sex with Gwen.” I blurt out.
Brooks’s eyes widen as he sits down at this table, crossing his hooves as a smug smile is quickly hidden by the coffee cup. “And now you need advice?”
“I don’t know, maybe?” Gods, I sound whiny, of all things, but I am panicking here. “Jake, snarky fuck, was right. I am a Fairfield, so we decided to have a baby. And… we had sex.”
“Congratulations?” Brooks says. “I don’t see the problem here. You guys are perfect for each other.”
“The problem is that it’s just the baby… and sex… a lot of really good sex, not being together. I—” Fuck my life, I’m going to have to fess up if I really want this to make any sense at all. “I’ve loved Gwen for years.”
I wait, but Brooks just sits there, staring at me like there is more to it.
“Is that it? No shit you love Gwen. I think we’ve all known forever. Maybe even before you,” He sets his cup down on the table and leans forward. “So let me make sure I’ve got this right. You love Gwen, and now you get to have sex and make a baby with her and you are… what? Worried that she won’t fall in love with you back?”
“Yes…” I don’t need to tell him all of it, right?
“No, there’s more there.” He shakes his head. “Gabe, you’ve come to the right place. I’m a mated man, who obviously knows how to make a baby. But if you don’t tell me the whole situation, how am I supposed to help you?”
I tap my feet on the floor, because this sucks balls. “Listen, it’s possible I’m accidentally bonded to Gwen…” I mumble.
Again, Brooks is staring at me. He could be the statue guy for all he moves. “How do you ‘accidentally’ bond someone? I feel like if you bit her or whatever it’s pretty—”
“Gargoyles don’t bite,” I say. “It’s just something that kind of happens. But usually it takes years. My mom wasn’t bonded to my dad until I was like six.”
“And this is a problem? If I could have locked Sydney down that fast, you know I would have.”
“That’s just it. She’s not ‘locked down.’ I am. Humans don’t feel it, not like gargoyles do. It’ll probably extend her life, but mostly… I’ll be able to stay awake during the day, feel like puking if I think about having sex with someone else, actually puke if I do, miss her a lot… Brooks, my mom died because my dad died.” I sit back in my chair and run my hand down my face. “Their relationship was a fucking nightmare. And sure, some of that was my mom’s fault. She kept going back to him, kept letting him in. She could have stopped before it formed. This isn’t something that happens this fast. It shouldn’t happen this fast.”
It really shouldn’t, and now I have potentially doomed our baby to our same fate, should Gwen die early. Fuck, even thinking about that makes me want to growl and attack something. I’m going to have to make sure my little thief is very careful and very healthy.
“So how come it did?”
I close my eyes, shaking my head. “I don’t know. I mean… part of it is proximity, just being around the person a lot. Breathing their scent, being close to them. I… guess I am around Gwen a lot. But a lot of it is sex and we’ve only ever had sex twice!”
Biting his lip Brooks shakes his head. “I don’t know man… have you jerked off while thinking about her? Maybe that plays into it?”
Blood rushes from my face because… yeah. I have. I basically always think about Gwen when I masturbate.
“Fuck.”
“Aha!” he says, smiling wide. “See Gabe, when you open up to me, we get results! Remember this next time, asshole.” With his arms behind his head, he sits back again. “Now, you said you think you’re bonded. What happened to make you think that and how will you know for sure?”
“I uh… penetrated her uterus.”
“You what? Like in some kinky hentai shit? How?”
“It’s just a thing we do. My mom wasn’t super clear on it…”
“You don’t know? Come on, move your ass, we are finding out.” He stands and walks out of the kitchen, knowing I will follow. I tip-toe down the hall, because I know Sydney and the baby are sleeping.
“What are we doing?” I whisper.
“Syd has the internet in her office.”
I’ll never get over how people here talk about the internet or cell phones. I mean, I talked the same way when I first left for school, but it’s always “the internet” or “on the line.”
I’ve been in Sydney’s office a few times, mostly when she’s got a new print up that Brooks wants to show me, but it is pretty funny to see him take off his cowboy hat and set it down on her immaculate desk. He pecks at the keyboard, and frankly, it’s painful to watch. My ears are assailed by the sound of robots dying—or perhaps fucking—as it connects.
“Dial up? You have dial up?”
“Um, yeah? Is there another option?”
“Satellite?”
“Eh, we don’t need it.” He types in a search and it takes way too fucking long. By the time we get answers the sun will be up and then we will know for sure.
“Okay, let's see here… Gargoyle porn, How to Land a Gargoyle, Can you have sex with a Gargoyle in Stone Form… Aha, here we go: Gargoyle Penile Changes During Bonding.”
After clicking, the page takes another million years to load, until finally it rolls down the page. I lean in, scanning the tiny text. It’s honestly kind of embarrassing how little I know about this, but it never seemed relevant before.
Mated Gargoyle males have increased fertility changes via in-utero insemination. When a bond has fully matured, the male’s penile tissues develop a secondary tube, called a cannula, that extrudes from the central shaft, extending the urethra so that it may penetrate the cervix and deposit sperm directly into the female uterus. If they have a male partner, it depends on the species of their partner. In the cases of male/male gargoyle relationships, one male usually grows a uterus over time and the other grows a cannula…
“Whoa.” Brooks says.
“Yeah.”
“You’re gonna be better at making babies than me!”
“Guess so.” It aligns with what I felt, but now I am so sure I’m fucked.
“Do you wanna test the sunlight thing?”
It is one potential perk of all this… and it wouldn’t be the first time I got stuck at Brooks’s during the day if it goes wrong. He usually loads me onto a tractor with a forklift and brings me home if it does.
“That’s probably not a bad idea… Damn, what am I going to tell Gwen?”
Brooks stops short on his way out of the office and I bump into him. “Damn. What are you going to tell Gwen? Because she thinks it’s just for the baby?”
“Yep. I’m totally fucked.” I run a hand over my bald head and push him forward with my elbow.
My thoughts swirl, because already I can feel myself yearning to be back with Gwen. My body is compelling me to be close to her. If things continued on as they are, there really wouldn’t be a huge problem… I spend most of my time with her anyhow. Then again, if she ever started seeing someone else… or hell if anyone ever tried to pick her up around me—
“Sssssh, dude, you’re growling.”
“Oh, sorry.” I hang my head and lean against the wall of the hallway. “Do you think Sydney could tell us what to do? About Gwen?”
“Are you stupid? I’m not waking up a pregnant woman when she’s sleeping.” He starts down the hallway toward the kitchen and outside. “Plus…” he mumbles. “She’ll think the answer is obvious and I can’t have her thinking I didn’t know it.”
“Oh.” I guess I have a lot to learn about pregnant ladies. “What do you think will happen if I tell her? She could freak… and I could lose my best friend… and just be alone and miserable for the rest of my life.”
“Or, you could tell her and she could do the Gwen thing. You know where she thinks of other people’s feelings first? Take a seat, I’ll pull the trailer around.”
After patting me on the shoulder, Brooks heads outside and I slump into my chair. Shit. He’s right. A more probable outcome would be that I’d tell Gwen and she’d gladly get into a relationship with me. I mean, she’s seemed more than satisfied during sex, but I don’t know if she wants a relationship. If she knows I’m bonded to her, it will influence how she feels about me, period.
The rumble of Brooks’s truck tells me it’s time to go, and with a deep breath, I step outside. The sun isn’t quite coming up, but I can see that it will be soon. I step onto the flatbed of the trailer and sit down. Brooks hops out of the truck and comes to join me.
“What do you think will happen?”
“I think—” I have to stop and clear my throat because even though the rest of this could be disastrous, I think Gwen has brought me the day. “I think I’ll be riding up front to Jake’s.”
He nods, and we sit in silence as we wait for the sun to come up. He’s antsy, his hoof is shaking because I know it’s hard for him to sit in silence like this.
“I think it’s gonna be ok.” He claps me on the back as the first sliver of the sun peeks over the horizon. “I think it’s gonna work out.”
“Thanks.” The sun washes over me, and while I feel a tug to shift to my stone form, it doesn’t feel urgent. It’s the very first signs of hunger rather than pangs.
“Well. That solves that.” I say, standing and dusting off my gym shorts. “Let’s go piss off a raccoon.”
It’s weird enough riding through town in a truck. Neither Gwen nor I have cars anymore, and I’m usually on Brooks’s trailer rather than in the cab. My wings are a little smushed, but that’s pretty normal for mid-size vehicles that are made for folks roughly human sized.
What is super weird is seeing more than the view across my street in the early morning light. I’ve never really thought about how the sun might hit a field of hay or reflect off the surface of the water. Of course it would… but it never occurred to me. Brooks must sense it, because he allows me some quiet to watch out the window. As we approach main street—it’s a short drive after all—he finally pipes up.
“Do we need to go around back? So Gwen doesn’t see us?”
“Nah, it’s like six am, she’s still asleep.” He parks the car in front of Jake’s and we hop out and ring the bell.
It takes a long while, but our friend finally opens it, rubbing his hand through his hair and looking pissed as hell. In true Jake fashion, he’s got some crazy ass loud patterned pants on, with a silk robe that doesn’t seem to share a single color with the pants, and bunny slippers that have seen better days.
“What?” he barks, and then blinks when he sees me. “Wait…what?”
“We need advice.” Brooks says.
After a few minutes, we’ve explained the situation and Jake is nodding sagely. “I see the conundrum. It sounds like you’re fucked.”
“Yeah, no shit. So should I tell her?”
He considers it for a moment and shakes his head. “I didn’t tell Hayley until later and look how that worked out? Plus, when we were first dating, she said some stuff about not being compelled to love someone. And while she said later that it was really to help her feel better, I think there was a bit of truth to it. Humans… this shit isn’t normal for them. Gwen cares about you, man. If she knew? She’d try to make it work. Do you want to spend the rest of your life wondering if she really loves you?”
I lean forward, hanging my head with my arms propped on my thighs. “You’re right. Fuck. I’ll tell her, eventually, but she deserves time to work out how she feels about me first, without all this pressure.”
The weight of it is practically tangible as it settles on me. I need to let her feel how she really feels, without external influence.
“But…” Brooks starts. “You’ve got a damn good opportunity to show her how lucky she’d be to have you…”