Chapter 3 – Medusa #2
And then shadows pass over us. All our gazes go to the sky at once, to the handful of gargoyles flying so rapidly to the town. My men pull out of me and hurry to their clothes.
“What’s going on?” I ask, hating how quickly our perfect moment slipped away.
Marcus looks troubled. “Probably nothing, but a Brotherhood has just returned from monster-hunting.”
My good mood dims just a bit. I wonder if this monster was one of the lucky ones to survive. Silently, I give a prayer that my monster-sisters, the women I’ve gotten to know in one way or other over my two thousand years, are all safe.
Harold kisses my cheek. “We’ll be back soon.”
“Do you need us to help you release the platypus?” Forrest asks, already shifting into his gargoyle form.
I shake my head.
“We’ll be back soon,” Forrest promises.
All my men have turned the stunning color of wet-stone, and their massive wings stretch behind their bodies. They flap their wings and in seconds shoot into the sky.
For a minute I just watch them, and then I sigh and go to find my clothes. My gargoyles have got to be the most attentive partners and fathers I’ve ever seen, so I can’t be too upset when they have to attend to business, even if I miss them when they are gone.
But as I pick up my clothes, I freeze. Something’s wrong. I’m being watched.
Casually, I let my gaze slide around me, even as my hands curl into fists. If someone thinks this is the first time I’ve been attacked, or that I’ll go down without a fight, they’re wrong.
Where are you, you bastard?
Then I see the platypus hiding behind the grass, watching me… too closely. Weird.
How long has he been there? And why does his gaze cause goose bumps to erupt along my skin? He’s just an animal, right? But then, I’ve never seen an animal watch a person like that before.
He doesn’t blink. He just stares and stares. And for the first time, I think my gargoyles were right. There’s something off about this animal.
I dress quickly, trying to keep my eye on him as I do so.
When at last I’m done, I speak, even though I feel silly. “You’re not actually a platypus, are you?”
A blue glow surrounds him, and the creature shifts, growing bigger and more humanoid with each passing second. At last, a blue man with fins on his head regards me.
Oh fuck, what the hell is this?
“Lady Medusa,” he greets, bowing his head.
I stand up taller. This creature must be powerful, or else my powers would have instantly turned him into stone. But if he tries anything, he’ll learn very quickly that I’m dangerous, with or without my stone-glare.
“What are you doing here? And why the fuck did you pretend to be that animal?”
A slow smile spreads his lips. “A certain sea queen has heard a rumor that the gargoyles are collecting female monsters. She wanted to see if it was true, and more so, what happens to the women who are taken.”
I stare. I know the sea queen, and I’m never sure about her motives. “It seems to me you learned the truth pretty quickly but continued to hang around…”
That smile of his stretches even further.
“I was injured during my travels, so at first I stayed simply until I healed. Yet it became increasingly more difficult to leave. You’re a very beautiful woman naked.
And watching your gargoyles fuck you like that…
I’ll never forget the sight. In fact, it’ll warm my cock for many years to come. ”
My hands curl tighter. “Have you ever had a woman beat the shit out of you?”
He raised a brow, the scales on his flesh shimmering with the movement. “More times than I can count.”
Then, he reaches down, and I can see his cock peeking between the grass. He wraps his hand around his swollen length.
“Don’t even think about it,” I say.
He frowns. “Surely you’d enjoy seeing me pleasure myself to the sight of you?”
I take a step forward. “I’m a taken woman, shifter. And I swear to all that’s powerful in this world that if you’re here when my gargoyles get back, they’ll rip you limb-to-limb.”
He sighs, too loudly. “I guess you’re right. My mission has been accomplished, and so, I must go.” But his gaze slides over me very slowly yet again, and his cock jerks. “As much as I’ll miss you.”
“Pervert,” I mutter, glaring at him.
He laughs. “You’re just lucky that my queen would kill me for failing this mission, or when you pressed me between those sweet breasts of yours, I would’ve shifted and made us both very happy.”
I stomp up to him and kick him as hard as I can in the crotch.
His eyes widen, he grabs himself, and falls over in the water groaning.
“Next time, think twice before you take advantage of my fucking sweet disposition.”
After he stops looking like he’s going to cry, he pulls his knees up to his chest in the water. “Lesson learned.” And I’m glad that his voice comes out high and frightened.
I take a step closer to him.
His eyes widen. In an instant, he shifts into a platypus once more.
The creature looks at me with longing and then he dives into the river.
I follow along the shore until I’m sure he’s left the sanctuary.
Then, and only then, do I breathe easy. Yes, I’m hot.
And yes, I’d enjoy watching gargoyles as sexy as mine fucking anyone.
But that creepy little shifter is going to have a beating of a lifetime if I ever see him again.
Walking back to our treehouse, I briefly wonder if I should tell my gargoyles the truth.
Could the creature have learned anything from watching us that could be dangerous?
And what will the sea queen do with her spy’s information?
And then, I think about how much my men will gloat if they discover they were right about the little beast being dangerous.
“I’ll never hear the end of it,” I mutter to myself.
So maybe I’ll tell them, and maybe I won’t. Because everyone knows that gargoyles are annoying as hell about this kind of stuff. Being immortal, I’ll truly be hearing about this for thousands of years to come.
Damn that little platypus and his horn-dog ways.
Up ahead, I hear my daughters’ laughter and my thoughts fade away. Walking faster, I smile. Four hot men and two wonderful children? I couldn’t ask for anything more.
So it’s probably okay to keep one little secret.
The End.