Gargoyles and Guilt - Ch. 03

The next morning, Abigail woke up on their couch with her sister asleep on top of her. She had a pounding headache and bladder from the night before. She gently extricated herself from her sister's diminutive frame and headed for the bathroom. While holding her throbbing head on the toilet, she realized her hand was throbbing too. She felt stupid for not going to the E. R. last night to see if she needed stitches, but she was so worried about getting Hayden home that she put it off.

She began to gently pull off the knotted towel from her hand and was overwhelmed by her memories of what happened the night before. First, she was ashamed of how close she'd gotten to the first guy who gave her the time of day and smile. Then, she remembered he wasn't a guy at all. He was some "thing", some monster that dragged that guy away into the night. "Maybe she'd been drugged too like Hayden? Maybe she hallucinated it?" she thought.

Her sliced hand was no hallucination though. When she removed the makeshift bandage, she saw three gnarly, long scabs that all ran parallel from her pinky to thumb. All around the cut skin, her skin was cold, rough, and pallid looking. Her palm was still warm and her arm, and the rest of her, seemed totally fine. The cuts had scabbed over remarkably well too. As she moved and flexed her hand, the cuts felt a little painful but the scabs held well. The cuts must not have been that deep, but she figured she should probably get it checked out for tetanus or blood poisoning or something.

She dragged herself back up and headed into the living room to find Gale and Hayden both awake now. Hayden ran past her and almost knocked her completely down so she could rush into the bathroom. Abigail and Gale both listened with their eyes on the bathroom door as they heard Hayden wretch the contents of her stomach up over and over.

"It sounds like she had a good time." Gale said with a smirk. He asked her "How'd your night of babysitting... go..." but trailed off as he looked down and saw her scabbed hand. "Honey! What happened? Were you bit by a dog or?" Gale exclaimed as he grabbed her hand to inspect it carefully.

"Gale, I'm fine it doesn't hurt very much. There was some drunk or addict or something who freaked out and broke a bunch of bottles." She said to convince Gale and herself that that's what had really happened.

Gale still pressed on and said "I really think we should take you to the E. R. This looks bad honey."

Abigail finally pulled her hand away and said firmly "Gale, I said it's fine. It's Sunday. Nothing is open, and the E. R. cost a fortune. I'll go to the hospital on campus tomorrow, OK?"

Gale nodded begrudgingly and began to make them all a mundane cereal breakfast.

Hayden finally won her battle with her bowels and exited the bathroom red-eyed and with a groan. She slumped down next to them at the kitchen table and began the long process of re-hydrating after last night.

"Well now that you're both up, what the hell happened at this party?" Gale asked in an accusatory manner.

Hayden said with a raspy, sickly voice "It was a blast for a while I think. The blackout really added to the ambiance and made every guy who was a 6 into a 9 or 10 for me." Then, Hayden said with a smirk and a glare at Abigail "Even she was getting a little attention from someone, I think."

Gale shifted uncomfortably in his seat and stared down intently at his cereal. He asked "Oh really?"

Abigail flushed a deep red and whipped her eyes from her sister to Gale to lie "It was just some guy who helped me up when I fell over. In fact, I think he was the same psycho who got my hand cut." She hoped that would be enough to end the conversation there.

Then, Hayden exclaimed "Oh shit, your hand! When did that happen?"

Abigail noted Hayden clearly didn't remember the monster or his hanging, grey dick. "You, I think, had a little too much or should've let your sister watch your drink for you more." Abigail said in a doting tone to her sister. "Or, you need to find a kind, upstanding guy like me who will make your drinks for you." Abigail said with an attempted sly wink towards Gale, but she saw he had his head low and still focused on his food.

Hayden shrugged as she finished her cereal and gathered her things.

Just after she headed home, Abigail turned to Gale and placed her hand on his back in a comforting way as they sat next to each other at the table. She asked him "Hey, is everything alright?" Gale merely grumbled to himself and took their dishes up to the sink alone. She knew Hayden's comment about Gabriel at the party must have bothered him. It wasn't like he liked her and Hayden going out to a party without him anyways, but he also never wanted to go himself. "Gale, just say what's on your mind. It's OK." Abigail said.

Gale backed up to the kitchen counter and put a chasm of distance between them. "I want us to get married. You want to go to a party with Hayden and get cut up by some guy trying to get in your pants. I want us to have faith and be patient because you asked for us to wait, but you won't let me sleep until we fuck anyways. I love you, and I feel like you love me. But, I think you need to make a choice on if you want a life with me and my values or want to do something else with whoever." Gale finally released his pent up frustration and feelings over how their relationship had struggled lately, but he stormed into their bedroom and slammed the door before Abigail could even defend herself from his vitriol.

She burst into tears, grabbed her keys, grabbed her phone and left the apartment. She rushed down the stairs from their top floor, but only the 5th story apartment. All the while, she tried to regain her composure and stop the tears and sniffling from coming. She tried and failed for a few blocks, but eventually she got a hold of herself. She had felt so ashamed this morning about how she'd even thought of somebody else last night, but right now she couldn't imagine walking back into that apartment again or seeing Gale again. She knew she'd probably calm down eventually, but she couldn't believe how cruel and nasty he'd been. She commiserated to herself that "He had no complaints about cumming all over me just the other night. He had no complaints when our relationship started with me taking him to bed, but now I'm a whore for wanting to fuck my own boyfriend. Not to mention that I'm to blame for getting my hand cut by somebody else." She knew he had been frustrated for a while and was so guilty and conflicted about what the church was telling him, and what their relationship had already been. But, it didn't excuse him from treating her like this. Especially, it didn't excuse him storming off like a petulant child without her getting a word in. She wandered for a few blocks to clear her head.

It was already early afternoon after they had all slept in so late. Pretty quickly her stomach growled and she stopped at a cafe in the city to eat something and pass the time. She decided she would take the day to clear her head and really think about what Gale had said. Maybe, it was time for their relationship to end. Maybe, she did want something different for herself and was being unfair by making him wait for something she didn't even want with him. She'd been more excited and thrilled last night with a man she said ten words to than she had been by Gale in months. "Maybe, I just need to find someone like Gabriel but without the crazy, hallucination freak-out? Or maybe, that just comes with the territory for tall, mysterious strangers at a pitch-black party." she thought.

As the sun set, her wandering took her to the church a few blocks from their home. She sat on the benches outside of it and looked upon its architectural splendor again. Her eyes roamed up back to the gargoyles. She scanned each of them again until her eyes fell upon the intact one. She was perplexed as she studied it. The staining of rust she had noticed the day before all on its pedestal was a much darker and deeper red today. She swore the rusty staining looked different, just a shade darker, than the others around it today. She watched it intently and for a moment thought it really did look like the monster she thought she saw the night before. The talons, the wings, the muscular frame all were the same, but its skin was so lifeless and stone-like. Plus, its face was twisted into such a grotesque scream that it was unrecognizable to the man she looked up at the night before. She figured whatever hallucinogenic her drink had gotten spiked with must have made her see this lifeless monster alive, like when familiar things are exaggerated in a dream.

The sun finally set completely and still she watched the gargoyle. She half expected something to happen, but nothing did. Not a pebble moved. Not a single hairline crack formed. She stood with a groan and decided it was time for her to head home and have a conversation she dreaded with Gale. She didn't know what the outcome would be, but they needed to have it.

As she turned back towards her home, she noticed the streetlight closest to her park bench didn't come on as darkness fell over the quiet city. Then, she heard a rush of something above her and felt a gust of wind almost knock her down. She looked up, but couldn't see anything there in the dim lighting. She looked back towards the church and squinted through the dusk. She scanned across the rooftop and saw nothing but broken gargoyles and... an empty pedestal.

Before she could make a move or sound she felt that same iron grip she felt from the night before around her upper arms. Then, she couldn't breathe as a suffocating blast of wind pushed down on her. When she could breathe again and open her eyes, she saw the ground already 50 feet beneath her and rising. She felt herself held totally aloft by the talons wrapped around her shoulders. She looked up at the "whooshing" sound of broad leathery wings and saw the underbelly of Gabriel, the monster from the night before. Now, she knew he was the gargoyle of her church. Looking up at him she saw his mane-circled face staring intently ahead. His body hung at an angle behind his head and beating wings. She finally got a good look at all of him in the dusk and moonlight of the night. His stacked set of shoulders, one for his wings and the one beneath it for his arms, gave him an incredibly wide frame. Despite the thick beard that hugged his jaw, his chest and limbs were hairless and toned like a carved statue. She was reminded of the statue of David while inspecting the rippling muscles of his chest and arms. She assumed his core was no less perfect, but it was obstructed by his lower half that she hung from. His avian feet gripped her and led up to massive thighs that were each larger than her head. Just above that, hung his balls and cock. Both hung and flopped with each beat of his wings.

She looked away and back down at the ground. They were beginning to come over rooftops that she thought it was plausible she could survive the fall too. She began to scream and flail her body wildly in his talons in an attempt to escape. Her shriek shocked him for a moment, and his grip loosened enough for her to fall. He quickly dropped down and swung one of his talons out to grab her again as she fell screaming. She felt his talon roughly grab her hoodie's shoulder and hold her for a second, but she heard the fabric slice and tear under his sharp claws.

Quickly, his other talon grabbed her by the hood and collar but that too stretched and ripped. He contorted his body to swing his feet up to his arms so he could wrap his clawed, avian hands around her chest. His feet kicked back and ripped the tattered remnants of her sweatshirt off of her. Now, she felt herself completely held up by the firm grip of his arms wrapped around her chest. His clawed fingers dug into the front of her bra and his sharp thumbs scratched the skin of her sides. She recognized they were approaching the rooftop of her apartment. He gently glided down and tried to release his grip from her, but his nails were now stuck in the fabric of her bra. When he tried to release her gently on her feet, she was crudely suspended by the front of her bra until the straps snapped and dropped her onto her back on the ground. She had the wind knocked out of her lungs completely and struggled to get to her feet for a second.

She looked up as she rose and saw Gabriel taking one more gliding pass around the rooftop before he was going to step onto it. Terrified, scratched, and violated by the clumsy, brutal creature she took the moment away from him to rush towards the fire escape that gave access to the roof. She set off in a desperate sprint for the escape route, with no regard for how she looked with her small tits bouncing chaotically, but she was still a klutz sober or drunk. Right before she reached the edge of the roof, she tripped on an uneven bit of the floor and accidentally threw herself right over the edge of the roof next to the fire escape. With her jean-clad ass and legs fast disappearing over the ledge, she suddenly felt her fall halt as something rough and freezing made contact with the bare skin of the top of her ass. Still with her feet in the air and her head 3 feet below the roof's edge, She looked down to the ground five stories below. She realized Gabriel must have caught her with one of his frigid hands stuffed in the gap between her waistbands and her ass. With a grunt from behind her, she felt him yank her back over the edge by the waist band of her pants and underwear.

He lifted her up and pulled her back onto the roof until she was in-front of him but hanging upside down, still by her pants. His hand holding her up was lifted above his head to hold her head as far from the ground as possible.

Her bare tits sagged down towards her head and almost reached her chin while her thick curtain of black hair hung down from her head. This placed her face squarely in front of his hanging cock. She stared at it with her nose only a few inches from it. She had a hard time not thinking about how easy it would be for her tongue to reach out and begin to bring the sleeping monster to life. She felt his eyes looking down at her, so she looked up at him from her upside-down suspension. She felt a shudder through her as she caught his dark, terrible eyes staring at her hanging tits before they quickly snapped onto her grey eyes.

He began to ask "Are you alright Abigail?"

Then, she felt her plump ass begin to spill out from her loose and stretched waistband. She rolled her eyes at the comedy of errors that led her to this moment while she fell head first to the ground.

Gabriel haphazardly swung his other clawed hand out to catch her and only managed to shred her pants further and leave a shallow set of scratches across her ass and thighs.

She yelped as her head hit the ground and her naked and scratched body, except for her socks and sneakers, tumbled onto the dirty roof.

Gabriel tossed her tattered pants and panties aside like the rest of her clothing he'd so carelessly destroyed. He knelt down to try to help her to her feet.

She felt his cold rough hands graze her arm and leg as she looked up at his towering mass from the ground, still scared of what was to come next from this brutish thing.

He offered her his arm like he had the previous night and said again in a polite, baritone voice "Please, take my arm."

She hesitantly wrapped her hands around his thick arm and wobbly rose to her feet. She winced as she put weight on her leg he'd tried to grab to stop her most recent tumble. Now, she had small rivulets of blood running down her nude body from shallow cuts across her ass cheeks, her sides, and the front of her left thigh. She shivered from the cold as she now stood in front of him again after yet another episode of his rescue followed by his clumsy injury of her. "Have you ever thought about filing those down?" she said with a nervous chuckle.

He grinned down at her and for the first time she noticed each of his teeth ended in sharp little points as well. "Let's say that usually the safety of those I'm carrying is unimportant." he said, a bit nervously.

Another shudder ran through her as she remembered how she watched him drag away the last person he carried out into the awful storm. "What happens to the people you usually fly away with?" She asked as she sheepishly looked down and became very aware of both of their nakedness on the open rooftop. She did not pull her hands away from his cold, steady arm though.

There was a heavy pause, but he finally responded and said "They usually die, and they usually deserve death."

Now she couldn't raise her eyes to meet him because of her terror more than her embarrassment. She felt frozen entirely as she breathed quick shallow breaths and kept her feet rooted to where they were.

He spoke softly and leaned his ear down to hers to say "That is not why I am here tonight Abigail, but I am still here for a grave reason."

"Why?" she whispered shakily.

"You've been scratched by a gargoyle. That is not something that can be undone." he said as he gently grabbed her hand that had been cut from the previous night. He held her hand next to his own and told her "Look at our hands."

She timidly raised her eyes and looked at her small hand next to his. She studied her skin where the cut had been and saw it had already completely disappeared, but in its places her skin was rough, grey, and cold. The skin all around the cut that she had noticed before now had spread across the entire back of her hand, and it was all indistinguishable with his stone-like skin. She immediately deduced what was happening and ripped her arms away from him and backed away from him. She covered her breasts and exposed pussy from his eyes defensively as she backed away in a panic. She felt her breath coming frantically. She thought she was going to pass out. She thought "No. I'm dreaming. I'm hallucinating! This isn't right! I.. I... can't be turning into something like that! I have a job. I have a degree. I have a boyfriend right beneath my feet! This has to be...." Her frantic thoughts were halted by his booming voice.

He said "Abigail it's already done. I'm sorry. It was an accident, but now you have to make a choice."

"Wha... Wha... What do you mean?" she asked as she struggled to get her words past the nervous lump in her throat and her rapid breathing.

"Your body is going to change from everywhere you've been scratched. It will start slow like you've noticed, but it will become very fast soon. Probably by tomorrow night, you will be almost completely like me. Before that time, you must decide if you can live as a gargoyle or not." he said patiently with a hand outstretched like he was trying to calm a wild animal in front of him.

She swallowed her fear down before asking "I have to decide if I want to live or not? As a monster?" When she said this, she noticed him wince at the word "monster" and immediately felt a twinge of regret.

"No, you have to decide if you are going to join me atop your church or not. Gargoyles aren't monsters even though I may look like it. We guard our temples and the people who live within them. You have to choose whether you will swear to watch over our church and its people every night, or if you'd rather end your life as a mortal woman." he said seriously.

She felt totally overwhelmed. She sat down on the roof with her bare ass against the cool concrete, held her knees to her breasts, and put her head down. She didn't cry, but she wished for the dream she hoped she was in to end. She heard Gabriel walk beside her and then sit beside her on the ground. She had been shivering from the cold ever since her clothes had been ripped off of her, but all of the sudden the icy wind went away. She peeked her eyes out from behind her knees and saw one massive leathery wing circled around her had blocked all the wind. She looked over at Gabriel sitting cross legged next to her patiently staring at the ground. She asked him wryly "Does the cold ever get easier?"

He grinned wickedly with his dark eyes down and said "Oh yes. I don't feel the cold at all anymore. It's one of a few perks."

She knew she had no real reason to and that he was the sole culprit that had cursed her to this fate, but she still felt safe with his wing around her. She asked him "Can you feel... anything?" She felt his eyes begin to rove over her naked huddled body again.

"We can still feel everything else like smell, sound, sight, touch, and our urges..." he said softly but turned his eyes away as he whispered his last word.

She felt heat again, spreading from her pussy and her flushed face. "What kind of urges do gargoyles have?" she asked innocently with her eyes staring straight ahead.

He stood up and turned to face her with his wings spread. She turned her head and looked up at him and saw his erect member hanging above her head. "We're still sinners. You know all about that, don't you Abigail?" he said mockingly with his eyes looking down at hers.

She was shocked by his sudden boldness, but she couldn't deny how much it turned her on. Her pussy lips felt so wet as she got on her knees and felt them graze her calf for a moment. She kept her eyes locked on his as she wrapped both of her petite hands around his stiff shaft. His cock was grey like the rest of him, and even stranger it was icy cold like his whole body. Her hands felt frigid as she lightly squeezed the base of his shaft and began to run her two-handed grip up to the head of his dick. It was much softer to the touch than the rest of his body. She could feel the veins running across it as she slid her hands rhythmically back and forth. She pushed his dick up against his stomach and thought it had to be 7 or 8 inches long.

An untamed mass of dark curly hair circled his cock and lightly covered his pouch of balls beneath it. She took one hand off of his throbbing cock and began to massage his balls with it while she leaned in close to run her tongue from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip. The surreal coldness of it and its tasteless, textured skin made it feel like licking a living stone to her. It was only as rough as a stone from a riverbed though and didn't feel unpleasant against her tongue. She wondered what it would be like to have this giant icicle inside of her though. It would feel so strange, and the mere thought sent a shiver down her spine. She continued to lick and kiss up and down it almost like someone would eat a corn on the cob for a minute. Then, she let go of it and let its heavy weight bounce onto her face crudely. She let out a little laugh as it bounced on her forehead and saw how gravely serious Gabriel's face was. She thought he looked more focused on her playing with his cock than that man he'd hunted down at the party.

She grinned at his stern anticipation and swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock. Then, she slowly opened her mouth and began to feed his prodigious dick into her warm, wet mouth. She started with just what would fit in her mouth for a minute and adjusted her jaw to his girth. She continued to tug her hands up and down what dick didn't yet fit into her mouth. Suddenly, she felt him impatiently jerk his hips forward and start gagging her with his cock. Frustrated for a second but soaking at the thought of his brutish enthusiasm, she began working his dick down into her throat inch by inch as she held her breath for a minute. She got almost to where his hairy base touched her nose and pulled his cock out of her throat to take a reprieve with it in her mouth.

She breathed in and out through her nose while she steadied herself to fully give him what his contorted face obviously desired. She wrapped her hands around his firm ass cheeks to support herself as she began to stuff his dick down her throat again and again at a rhythmic pace. After a second, he wrapped his hands around the back of her head. She felt him begin to thrust into her throat with reckless force while she held on and tried not to suffocate for a minute. She felt him begin to throb too much for her liking, after all they were just getting started, and she put her hands against his thighs to push her mouth entirely off of his cock. He let go of her hair as she breathed heavily and wiped the water from her eyes.

Without a minute to spare she felt him lean down and grab her by the ass cheeks. She yelped as each of his cold claws dug into her ass, and he hoisted her into the air. She deduced where this was going and wrapped her sneaker-ed feet around his wide back and her arms around his neck. Her pussy quivered in anticipation as she looked down between them and watched him lower her down onto his erect shaft.

She felt a gust of chilly night air rush against her back. Because of his hands spreading her ass, she shivered as the wind tickled her exposed asshole and wet cunt. Then, she felt his wings shelter her again from the wind. This time, they wrapped tightly around her back. She felt much warmer, safer, and like she was inside a tent somewhere sheltered with him. The rough skin of his wings scratched her back and sent more shudders through her from the tickling feeling. After seconds that felt like an eternity, his thick head began to nudge against the folds of her cunt. She squeezed him tightly with her legs and arms as the tip brushed her clit and then dragged across it. She prayed that next he'd slip inside her, but the bastard decided to tease her first. She felt the glacial tip of his cock drag back across her clit again and made her shake with anticipation and frustration.

Her eyes shot up to his, and she pleaded inaudibly as he wickedly delighted in her torment. After a few more passes across her nub, she was shaking and thrusting her hips down wildly to try to slip his cock into her. Every time, she got close to sliding down onto it he would lift her ass higher so she was just out of reach. He let out a deep chuckle as she squirmed and scowled at him with lustful frustration. Finally, he began to give her relief and lowered her slowly onto his cock. She arched her back and shook her head as she felt the icy head begin to touch her burning insides. She half expected to see steam rice up from her cunt from the sensation. Inch by inch, he lowered her ever so slowly. She squeezed so tightly around him that now her head was unable to watch and her chin rested on his wing's shoulder. She shut her eyes tightly as inch after freezing inch entered her and she felt totally stuffed and so tight around his throbbing dick.

Then just as as she hoped he would finally fuck her with the monstrous ferocity she had seen in him, she heard a crack of thunder nearby. She yelped, and he unceremoniously pulled her totally off of his cock in one movement. He quickly lowered her to the ground, and she crumpled onto her back as her legs felt so weak from shaking and holding herself around him. He looked up at where the lightning had struck in the distance with a grim expression. She realized with disappointment that his cock was rapidly deflating, and he turned his stern face down to her. He said to her as he began to beat his wings and lift off of the ground "I will come for you tomorrow night to hear your decision. Next time I am called to hunt, I hope you will be flying beside me." Then, he rose into the sky quickly and dove off into the night towards the storm again. She lay there on the ground shocked, exposed, and with one of her hands held over her aching, unsatisfied cunt.