Chapter 11 Zaxon
What else can you turn into stone?
A drunk Bea is far more handsy and giggly than sober Bea. I like both the sassy grumpy Bea and the compliant frisky Bea. Both intrigue me to the point of obsession.
The sun has burned off most of the Mai Tai’s Bea drank this afternoon, leaving her in a comfortable happy state. We lay out on my deck, staring up at the night sky. Stars twinkling into existence as the daylight fades and my favorite part of living here appears.
Bea is stretched out beside me on the extra-large lounge bed, I’m a big guy with a large wingspan, all my furniture has to be extra-large. It fits the two of us perfectly. Bea lays wrapped in one wing, using my arm as a pillow, pointing to the sky and trying to identify constellations.
“Ooh that one looks like a mermaid.” Bea points to the sky and narrows her eyes trying to better see the constellation of stars trillions of miles away from earth.
“That’s Delphinus, it means dolphin. So, you’re close.”
“Delphinus the dolphin. And what’s that one?”
She points to another constellation; I have to shift my head to line up with her finger to know exactly which one she’s indicating.
“That’s Pegasus,” I answer. Bea scrunches up her nose and tilts her head trying to see the shape of the cluster of stars.
“That doesn’t look like a Pegasus. It looks like a jelly fish.”
A laugh rumbles through my chest as I try to see the stars as she does.
She’s not wrong, the main grouping of stars makes a square that’s supposed to represent the body of the Pegasus and the string of adjoining stars are its front legs and neck.
But when looked at from the side, it does look like a square jelly fish with its tentacles trailing behind.
“Hm. Maybe they should rename it the Jelly Fish constellation,” I concede.
“They really should. I don’t know how they came up with these names when they don’t look anything like what they’re called.” Bea twists and tilts her head back and forth trying to see the constellations from all angles. It’s cute.
“Do you know all the constellations?” she asks.
“Pretty much.”
“Are you like obsessed with them or something?”
“Not obsessed just an aficionado. They remind me that there’s more to the universe than just us. I like knowing there’s more out there.”
Bea hums, nodding. The bun on top of her head bobs with the movement, strands of chestnut brown hair falling over her forehead.
“Is that why there’s stars above your bed? Do they make a constellation?”
“Yes. It’s Ursa Major. The stars are in the galaxy GN-z11 which is the farthest known galaxy from us, nearly fourteen billion light years away. Making the light from those stars fourteen billion years old. We’re literally seeing the past when we look up at them.”
We stare silently at the sky for a long moment, Bea’s eyes bright and wide gazing at the stars while I stare at her. I’ve seen the sky, I know the stars. Bea is brighter and more beautiful than any billion-year-old light in the cosmos. I’d rather watch her for the rest of eternity than the stars.
Bea looks up at me beneath her wire rimmed glasses, a soft smile curving the corner of her kissable lips.
“What are the stars made of?”
“Well stars are balls of mostly hydrogen and helium gas that shine—”
“No,” Bea giggles and smacks my shoulder. “I meant the ones hanging from your ceiling.”
“Ooh, those stars.” I grin down at her in my arms and enjoy the sound of her laugher and smile. She’s always so serious it’s nice to see her relaxing and enjoying herself. “Those stars are made of paper. They’re origami stars.”
“Oh right, you mentioned that before.”
“Would you like to learn how to make one?”
Bea bolts up right with an excited gleam in her eyes. “Yes!”
“I got you to say yes to me again,” I point out, far too pleased with myself. I’ll make a sunshine personality out of her yet.
“Don’t get used to it. Today was a fluke, an alignment of the stars that happens only once every thousand years.
It won’t happen again.” Bea pushes her glasses up her nose and lifts her chin, attempting to be the stubborn grump she was yesterday.
But I know better now. I know beneath the rule following, sand hating, note taking exterior is a woman with a tail tingling giggle and coronary inducing smile.
“Sure it won’t, Starfish.”
Shifting off the lounger I go into my apartment and return with a handful of paper and scissors.
“Pick a piece of paper and I’ll show you how to make a star.”
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It takes thirty minutes to show Bea how to properly fold a perfect five-point star. It’s still a little lop sided but her focus while folding it and enthusiasm at completing it are adorable. She holds it up to the sky, closing one eye and trying to line it up with something.
“Why do we make stars with five points? They don’t look like that in the sky. We should make them look like fuzzy balls if we’re being accurate.” She pauses for a second contemplating her non-accurate star.
“That wouldn’t make for very good origami though, would it?”
Her brows drop and she side eyes me with pursed lips. I give her a cheesy grin and run my tail along her leg under the patio table.
“Here,” I hold out the starfish shaped origami I made for her. “I made a starfish for my starfish.”
She sets down her star and takes the carefully folded and creased paper starfish from me. I tried to add as much detail as possible. Narrowing the arms to a point and curving the connecting area so overall its more rounded and softer than the sharp points paper usually creates.
“Thank you.”
Bea inspects the starfish, turning it over and trying to figure out how I made it. Her fingers pull at one corner, tearing the edge slightly.
“Oh shit. Sorry. This is why I work with macrame rope. It’s harder to damage it.”
I take the starfish from her and smooth the corner back down, handing it back to her. She doesn’t immediately take it.
“Paper is so fragile. I don’t want to ruin it again.”
Looking down at the paper still in my hand I have an idea. “Then I’ll make it into something more durable.”
Lifting the paper in front of Bea, I unleash my stone ability, letting it filter into the paper and transform it from fragile biodegradable fibers to dense durable mineral.
When I turn something to stone, I can choose the type of stone it becomes.
Gargoyles don’t advertise this, if we did, we would be forced to create all kinds of precious stones against our will.
But I don’t think Bea is going to force me to make diamonds for her on demand. She’s not the type.
The multicolored paper begins to shift and instead of grey, brown or tan boring rock, I form the paper into flawless pristine lilac colored amethyst.
Bea’s eyes light up at the progression of paper to precious stone.
“Oh my god. How did you do that?”
I grin, flexing my wings behind me. A bit cocky, I can’t help it. Showing off for Bea is instinctual.
“Magic,” I answer with a sprinkle of sarcasm. Although it really is magic, I have no idea how we’re able to do it.
The starfish completes turning into amethyst, the stone slightly transparent allowing the illumination from the string lights overhead to sparkle through the lilac stone.
“It’s beautiful.”
“And now you can’t tear it.”
“Yeah, but I can drop it.” She takes the amethyst starfish, still careful when handling it.
“You can drop it and it won’t break. I made it extremely dense and strong. Just in case.”
Bea glides a finger along an arm of the starfish, circling the tip while licking her bottom lip. The entire sight has my cock hardening and my tail becoming eager beneath the table.
“What else can you turn into stone?” she asks all sultry and suggestive.
“Anything you want Starfish. Somethings are already hardening.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Would you like to see? I’d be more than happy to play show and tell.” I lean in closer and slide my tail up her skirt and between her thighs. I can already feel the heat of her sex against the tip of my tail.
“That depends.”
“On?”
“On if anyone can see us up here.”
I give her a wicked grin and prowl closer, standing from my chair and pulling hers away from the table. The amethyst starfish clatters to the tabletop when Bea drops it. It doesn’t break. It won’t. I made sure of that when I made it.
Bea’s knees fall open and her eyes go glassy and hooded. Lust and longing dance in her gaze. Her hands curl into the fabric of her skirt.
Gripping the arms of her chair I lean down and place my lips directly against her ear, pitching my voice low and deep.
“No one can see onto my patio. I can strip you bare and spread you wide, basking in the sweet splendor of your body for as long as I want.”
My tongue runs the length of her throat and I relish the shiver of pleasure it causes, both in Bea and myself.
The hard press of my thickening cock strains the limits of my pants.
To prove my point—and relieve some pressure—I reach down and unzip my pants, letting them slide down my hips, releasing my aching length.
It springs forward eagerly already fully erect.
I want to stroke myself but refrain, enjoying the lustful pain Bea causes. Thankfully Bea reaches out and gently strokes my hard length, easing my ache and forcing a groan from my lips.
“Stand up Starfish. I want to see you naked in the starlight.”
Bea does as I request, standing directly in front of me.
She has to release my cock to tuck her thumbs into skirt waistband, but I quickly forget about the absence of her touch as soon as her sun bronzed skin is bared to me.
Glistening wetness slicks between her thighs coating her pretty pussy.
Her shirt follows and a pile of our clothes lies at our feet, and I finally get her naked again.