Fucking statue (literally)

Gargoyle x fem!human || dub-con, size kink, mate

Working with old statues was your dream job, but sometimes it was more interesting than others. Cleaning a 2000 year old Roman statue was okay, fun and exciting sometimes... But nothing compared to the gargoyle. It was massive, it was the first thing you realized, like twice your size kinda massive. And he was a work of art. All clean lines and monstrous features. And when they told you it was yours to restore… you almost fainted of excitement.

You were working past your work hours. You were a bit behind schedule, so you decided it would be okay to hang out for a couple hours and just keep cleaning him. It would take a few more days of slow and careful work for him to be spotless and ready to be in the exposition, but you wanted to do a special good job this time. You were a bit enamored with the statue. Something about it called to you.

Maybe a bit more than enamored… You felt a bit horny looking at him. He looked so big and manly and his dick was so freaking huge. You didn’t know why the sculptor had to make him erect, though. He was the first gargoyle you saw with an erect penis, you heard stories about it, but never saw one before.

You tried not to pay too much attention to it, but it was right there. You couldn’t avoid your eyes, the thing was looking at you… And you were into it. You felt bad for thinking about it, but at the same time, nobody would know. What if you had a bit of a fixation with a gargoyle? What if you dreamed of him last night and woke up hot and bothered? Nobody had to know all of that. Nobody had to know that you touched yourself this morning thinking about him.

You kept working, rubbing with the brush, spraying water… You tried to ignore it, but he was just there, and you had your hands all over him. And it was… It was turning you on a bit, okay? It was like you were under a spell, and every time you touched the smooth stone, your body reacted intensely, so intensely you felt like you were in flames, heat building inside your lower abdomen.

At some point, you couldn’t hold yourself more. You looked at the clock and saw that it was almost midnight, you were completely alone in the lab and a light bulb appeared in your brain. You could… You could always rub one off right there, nobody would know and you would feel so much better later. Your panties were damp and uncomfortable, but the tingles were maddening.

Without thinking too much about it, you lowered your pants and panties and sat on a chair, facing the gargoyle. It felt like he was looking at you, but there was no way that was possible, he was just a statue… such a hot statue you were about to rub your clit looking at him. Good goddess you were a pervert. But at that moment, with a hand hovering over your clit, you didn’t care about perversion or how bad this was, you just wanted to get off before the heat inside of you exploded.

You started slow, making it good for yourself, your fingers rolling your clit until you felt sparks inside of you. You were so wet, every touch of your fingers sounded filthy, and you loved it. You loved the spark of danger and depravity of it all. You kept rubbing your clit and with your other hand you pinched your nipples over your lab coat, groaning loudly.

You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard a crack, looking around with your heart beating a thousand miles per minute. What was that? You looked at the statue and you saw his dick twitch. No, couldn’t be. That was not possible.

"What the fuck? Is his dick getting bigger? Can't be." You talked out loud, to check if your brain still functioned properly. Maybe not. Maybe you hit your head with something and all of this was an hallucination. You pinched yourself, but you definitely saw the gargoyle's stone dick move. It wasn't that big three minutes ago.

Yeah. He was definitely getting bigger. He was moving.

What the fuck.

"This is not possible. He's just a gargoyle. Not a human. A statue. He didn’t just move. You just worked too much today, you should go home." You tried to convince yourself as you pulled your pants and panties back on, but you didn’t get to do it.

“I smell your desire, my mate. You awakened me with your sweet nectar, you won’t deny me now, would you?” The deep voice definitely came from the gargoyle in front of you, the very big gargoyle that just moved and was untangling his feet from the platform. He stepped down and moved to stand in front of your very frozen body, legs still parted and pussy still wet.

“This is a dream. An hallucination,” you repeated under your breath, your body reacting heavily to his presence but your mind not fully catching up with the situation. What the fuck. He was a gargoyle, a living breathing gargoyle.

“No, my sweet mate, it’s not. I’m very real and your sweet hands and even sweeter nectar woke me from my stupor. I’ve been observing you… I saw you. And now… Now you present your sweet pussy to me as an offer, don’t you?” His voice was like a drug, with each word your pussy got wetter and wetter. You didn’t understand your body reaction, but you couldn’t ignore the thrum of excitement and desperation pulsating under your skin.

“I- … I-” You wanted to say no, to say something, but your tongue was tied. His figure was imposing over you, and his dick so close to your body… You couldn’t think beyond the flames igniting inside your body, the tingly sensation invading every cell of your body. “Yes, yes. An offering, yes,” you finally said.

In two fast movements, his hands were around your waist and you were laying down on the table, legs on each side of his hips. He looked so big and majestic between your legs, his wings flapping behind his body and his tail moving side to side. It was like a dream come true… a dirty dream.

He rubbed his dick up and down your wet pussy. “Are you ready for me, my mate?” You wanted to say yes, but you were looking at his dick and there was no way.

The nerves and the constantly growing arousal were fuzzing your brain, but you at least one neuron was still active and you told him, “you... You are so big…”

“Do not worry about that, my mate. I will make it fit.” You felt the pressure of his dick against your entrance as one of his claws settled over your clit, flicking it and making you arch your back. He pressed a bit more, his dick was so big you felt like he was going to break you in two, your pussy stretching to the limit as you writhed on the table. “Slow and easy, my mate.”

“I don’t know if… if it will… It’s too big,” you groaned as he slipped a millimeter more inside. He grunted, and breathed heavily, his wings moving frantically like he was holding himself back. Dang, why was that so hot?

Slowly but surely he stretched you, playing with your clit and your nipples as you groaned and breathed out, trying to accommodate his huge shaft inside of you. Saying it was hard would be an understatement (pun intended). But weirdly enough, he got all the way in. So deep you could feel him every time you breathed and it was driving you insane.

“Move!” You screamed when he just stood there. A part of you knew he was just being nice, but the more prominent part, the horny part, just wanted to be fucked until you couldn’t walk anymore.

And he delivered.

He pulled back almost all the way and pushed inside in one fast thrust, repeating the motion over and over and grunting every time he hit bottom. You cried out, screaming every time he fucked into you. It was heaven and hell in the same moment, your pussy clenching around him trying to avoid him leaving…

Your orgasm caught both of you by surprise, a gush of juices mixing with his precum and making you see stars when you came. You screamed so loudly he had to cover your mouth as he pushed inside of you as deep as he could and came inside of you. He came so much you could feel it moving inside when he didn’t stop. He kept fucking into you as your orgasm receded.

After the first orgasm, everything escalated, he fucked you non-stop, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you. You cried and screamed and groaned and moaned, it was the most delicious torture you’d ever felt. His first load was gushing outside of you every time he hit deep, and even though that should have grossed you out, it filled you with a weird sense of arousal.

He fucked you through the night. Hours and hours of incessant fucking and coming and by the time he pulled out, your pussy was gaping and filled with so much cum it started dripping down and making a puddle under your ass. It was maddening and insanity and you couldn’t even wrap your head about the fact that you just fucked a gargoyle, a living gargoyle… If your pussy didn’t feel so tender, you would think it was an hallucination.

He was looking at you tenderly, his smile soft when he kissed you one last time before promising: “I will see you tomorrow, my mate.” That’s the last thing he said before he set himself back onto the pedestal and the first ray of light entered through the window.

He left you there, a pool of juices and come under your ass and your body completely spent. You looked at the clock one last time before awkwardly getting up, your knees too weak. You got dressed and cleaned everything as best as possible. If you rushed, you could get home in time to shower and change clothes…

Back at the lab, everything hit you again. You still couldn’t believe anything that happened, but the ache between your legs was a good reminder that he was, indeed, a real monster.

And you were his mate.