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Elisa wasn’t sure when they had sunk to their knees in the soft grass of a strangers’ rooftop garden, but none the less she was straddling Goliath’s lap, arms around his neck, his arms around her torso, making out with a five-hundred plus pound Gargoyle. She wasn’t sure Gargoyles made out, and half laughed. “What is funny?” Goliath asked her, burying his face in her neck.
“Nothing, I just–oh. Do that some more?” Goliath smiled against her hot skin and flicked his tongue around her ear.
Elisa sighed into his neck, and with a wicked grin, proceeded to kiss along the gargoyle’s neck. She breathed in his scent, smelling old leather and moss, and also something spicy and feral that reminded her that Goliath was not human. This sense of the other, it excited her. Elisa pressed herself harder against him, feeling him, very large, through her jeans and his loincloth. She was starting to get wet.
She nibbled lightly at Goliath’s throat, causing a rumbling groan to escape from him. Considering this encouragement she continued, taking his skin, thick and not as yielding, between her teeth and biting down harder. Goliath’s hands tightened around her almost to the point of pain, and she felt the ground fall out from under her.
Her cry of surprise was nearly drowned out by Goliath growling, and she found herself on her back with Goliath on top of her, pressing down on her. She forced panic out of her mind, even as the air was forced out of her lungs. “You liked that, huh?” she managed to gasp, though his chest was crushing down on hers so that she could scarce draw a breath. His eyes were glowing with lust, but as soon as she spoke they cleared, and Goliath pushed himself off of her.
“I’m sorry,” he said, looking away, and Elisa got on her knees, cupping his face in her hands and forcing him to look at her.
“Don’t be sorry,” she told him, voice firm. “Never be sorry. You would never hurt me on purpose, and I don’t think you will do it on accident either.” She paused for a moment, considering. “If it weren’t for the rib-cage crushing, it would have been kind of hot. . .”
“This is not something to joke about. I am much stronger than you.”
“You are stronger than me. But I trust you never to hurt me.” When Goliath didn’t reply she let her hands fall away from his face to travel across his bare chest and abs, daring him to stop her when she reached his belt.
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Goliath was filled with shame, even as Elisa’s hands were rubbing his torso, knowing that he was letting his lust get the better of his good judgment. When she had bit down on his neck, well, she didn’t know the kind of reaction she would receive, but that bite was so e*****, so gargoyle-like. . .he had not expected it from her, the tiny, delicate little human female that she was. His reaction had been as a gargoyle would react, not a human man.
He was not sure that he could trust himself not to hurt her, and so, when she started unbuckling his belt, he pulled her hands away. “Elisa.”
“You know, we humans are not as fragile as we seem.” She was reading his mind. “What do you know about human s******** anyway?”
“Well, I. . .” he had of course, seen love scenes in the movies the others watched. He knew of the bawdy songs common people sang back when he was in Scotland, had sang a few of them himself, when he was young. But even still, he knew these images and verses to be, well, somewhat abstract.
“That’s what I thought.”
“I will trust your judgment,” he finally conceded. “And I will do my best to control myself.”
“Not too much I hope,” she muttered, tilting her head up to kiss him. This is right, he told himself. This is what we both want.
She was smiling at him when they separated. “See? Everything’s fine.” She started to pull her shirt off over her head. “I think you ripped my shirt though.” Goliath paid no attention to Elisa’s examination of the completely shredded back of her shirt, instead watching her breasts rise and fall with her heavy breathing, encased in nothing but a thin, silky garment that barely covered her.
He had never understood human clothing. In the winter it made sense, but when the weather was warm, why did they not go about in what Elisa was wearing underneath her shirt? It was extremely attractive, the way it hugged her curves, yet left her stomach bare and open to him, coppery smoothness ending at the waistband of her jeans, and he wished those were gone as well, so he could see her legs. Human though they were, he had seen them on a few occasions, and knew them to be very nice.
“Goliath?” He looked up, surprised to find her blushing. “You’re staring.”
“I’m sorry, I was just contemplating. . .do you need to be wearing pants right now? It’s such a warm night.” Elisa laughed, her voice echoing through the towers of the city.
“I could take them off.” She tossed away her ruined shirt, and stood up. Goliath still sat on the ground, looking up at her. She unbuttoned the jeans and stopped, her hand on her zipper. “So you want these off, right?”
“Now you are teasing me.” She laughed again, and soon divested herself of jeans and shoes and socks, leaving her in her undergarments. Goliath watched her, taking it all in.
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Elisa tried not to feel nervous as she pulled off the rest of her clothes under Goliath’s unblinking gaze. The bra and p****** set she had chosen were black, free of ornamentation, the only decoration being scalloped edges along the cups of the bra and the waistband of the p******. The only reason her sister had let her get them was because they were so skimpy, barely covering, and the fabric so thin it was nearly translucent. (If things went well, she had bought the exact same set in white, which really were translucent.)
“You are very beautiful,” Goliath told her, and she let out a breath that she didn’t know she had been holding. She knew she looked fine–she had never been out of shape her entire life, had always been happy with the size and shape of her breasts, but all the same, she wanted his approval.
“Now we’re a bit more even, clothing wise,” she told him, dropping back to the ground with him.
“Not quite,” he said, pulling at one of her bra straps. She obligingly unhooked her bra and let it fall down her arms, quickly joining the rest of her clothes. Without the bra her breast hung a little lower, n****** pointing up slightly. Goliath cupped them in his hands, carefully caressing. It sent shivers through her entire body.
“You are,” he told her, “so soft.”
“Well, I’m not looking for ‘soft’ from you, big guy,” she said, and he finally let her undo his belt. Her fingers were clumsy working the heavy leather, but it only took a few seconds for her to undo it once Goliath had started it for her.
His hands, resting on her hips when the belt and loincloth fell away, went as still as stone. “Oh,” she breathed, not yet touching him. She had imagined this moment many more times than she liked to admit, and each time she had dreamed up something else, so she was surprised. His shaft was a few shades darker than the rest of his skin, curving slightly upward in it’s erect position. Aside from a few gentle ridges along the upper side it was, very much, like an uncircumcised (she’d never considered that in her musings either) human organ.
Oh, yes, and he was big. Average p**** size aside, he still managed to fall into a human range in length, if only barely. The um, girth, was another matter entirely. “Elisa?” Goliath said finally, his grip on her hips tightening slightly. She didn’t answer, putting out a hand to stroke a few fingers across the alien ridge and up around the head. Goliath hissed at her touch. Her hand wrapped around him in an attempt to gauge exactly how large he was. Her thumb and first finger did not meet. Not even close.
“This will take some getting used to,” she said finally. She was overwhelmed, yes, but also very, very turned on.
“Our bodies are not compatible.” He sounded neutral when he said it, but Elisa could tell he was hurting.
“No! We are perfectly compatible, just, not, well, probably not tonight–I need–oh hell.” She wanted him, wanted him so badly, and any minute now his fear of her–her humanness would get in the way of everything. Elisa quickly stood up and stripped off her p****** and thrust them into his hand. “Feel how wet they are? I want you so bad Goliath. For three years, I’ve wanted you. Don’t think something so little–all right, big–is going to stop me?”
Taking charge as usual, she thought vaguely as she pulled the p****** off. Gotta be the big cop and rush in to do what needs to be done. Ah, well, this time you’re doing it for yourself too.
Before Goliath could say a word, the p****** still clasped in his hand, Elisa straddled his waist, crouching down so that she rubbed against him. “Just relax and let me do this,” she told him, pushing his chest hard. He fell onto his back, too surprised to stay upright.
Elisa sucked in a long breath and exhaled slowly, at the same time lowering herself onto him. The thick head of his c*** came in contact with her slippery lips and she went no further at first, getting used to the idea of his massive girth pressing against her. She lowered her knees a little more, a little more pressure. She was wet, soaking even, but he still did not want to slip in. He was so large, and it had been such a long time.
“Close your eyes, Goliath,” she told him, and surprisingly enough he obeyed. She continued to press down onto him. Millimeter by millimeter, it seemed to last forever. Her breath came heavy as she tried to breath away the pain as she was stretched, much further than ever before, past the width of the two and three fingers she was used to in the shower at home. But it was possible. She knew it was. Just not–
“Elisa,” Goliath growled, and she realized that she had managed to take the entire head– two extreme, burning, painful inches. “Don’t–you’re crying.”
“I told you to close your eyes,” she said, not moving, terrified of the friction it would cause. He shifted under her and she cried out in pain, but his strong arms were lifting her up, and laying her down beside him. He lay so that he was on his side, and pulled her close to him. She could feel the rock hard, giant erection pressing against her thigh. “I’m sorry Goliath,” she told him, pressing her tear-streaked face against his chest. “I had to try. You know I had to try.”
“Perhaps this just was not meant to be. I told you we were fools.” His kissed her cheeks salty from tears and the sweat of her exertion.
“No, no Goliath. We’re not.” Her voice was soothing, tears quickly wiped away. “We can do this–I want to do this. My god Goliath–” she looked up to him. “Do you know how e***** it is to just look at you? I’m going to be dreaming about this for weeks.”
“But it is hopeless. You are too small, I am too big. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Elisa smiled. “Not all hurt is bad. We just need to start slower and…work our way up to actual i**********. I promise that we will be able to do everything that normal couples do.”
“How?”
“I have some ideas. I need to do some research. . .and some shopping. . .”
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