Gargoyles and Guilt - Ch. 04

Abigail lay on the roof alone, on her back, as naked as the day she was born. For the third night in a row, she'd been left on her own with a throbbing heat between her legs. After Gabriel (the gargoyle who cursed her and had been deep inside her just a moment ago) took off into another storm, she agonized over her frustration with a hand hovering over her wet pussy lips.

Another gust of chilly, night air rushed over her nude body, and she became instantly aware of her total public exposure on the rooftop. Buildings all around her had windows that could be hiding eyes watching everything she'd just done with her monstrous muse. Someone could be watching her curled up on the ground with her arms crossed over her tits and her pussy and ass out for anyone to see. She couldn't deny the idea titillated her, but it also mortified her and turned her face totally scarlet in embarrassment.

She stood and walked over to the tattered remains of her pants and underwear. She moved awkwardly with one hand held tightly to her breasts and her back hunched over so she could try to cover the front of her privates with her other hand. When she reached the clothes, her heart sank as she realized they were more shredded than she'd thought. Gabriel's claws had turned them into nothing but scraps of fabric. Nothing was even intact enough to try to tie a makeshift wrap around her. At least, she was able to find her phone in one piece and orient herself in time. It was only a bit after 9 pm.

Abigail felt hot tears welling up in her eyes as she sat on the cool rooftop with her knees up to her chin. She felt totally alone, vulnerable, and she felt like there was no one on earth to talk to about her situation. She looked down at her arm that had been scratched just a night before and saw it was now cold, rough, and grey from her finger tips up to her shoulder. She peeked down at the new scratches she had on her legs and ass from Gabriel tonight and saw they had all already healed completely. All around them that same dreadful grey skin grew quickly. She figured his guess of tomorrow night for her whole body to be changed was probably spot on. "My life's over." she thought to herself. She cried for a bit like that as she grieved the years she'd already planned out in her head.

After some time, she decided it was time to do something, anything. She decided no matter what happened she couldn't stay on the roof all night naked and alone. "Besides, who knew what would happen when the dawn came. Will I turn to stone like Gabriel? If morning comes while I'm standing, could I just fall over and shatter into a million pieces?" she thought and shuddered at the morbid fears. She decided getting inside her apartment below her would be the best for tomorrow, even if she had no clue what she'd tell Gale or how she could avoid him. "I guess this whole thing already decided how Gale and I would end." she thought as she approached the edge of the roof.

She peaked over the ledge and tried to look at all the windows she could see that would be able to see her nakedly climb down the fire escape. She didn't see anyone below or any obvious voyeurs, but she still was skittish of what could happen. As she began climbing onto the fire escape, she realized it wasn't that late and Gale was still awake. On the metal platform outside their living room window, she peaked inside and saw Gale on the couch just playing videogames. She feared that he could stay up well past midnight doing this. She desperately wanted inside but wanted to avoid the nuclear meltdown of a fight that would happen with Gale if she crawled in naked and scratched more. Also, it wasn't like she wanted to hurt him more. She knew they were done at this point, but she did love him and wanted things to be as easy as possible for him. They'd been drifting in different directions for a while, but the revelation that she'd had someone and something else's cock inside of her tonight would destroy what little confidence he had. Plus, it wasn't like she was trying to come home to have some sort of closure with him. She wanted inside because she was stuck outside, in the middle of the night, in the cold, totally naked with nothing but her long black hair covering her tits with her back against the brick exterior wall right now.

She let her mind wander as she tried to wait for Gale to turn in. She couldn't stop thinking about what had already happened between her and Gabriel, and what was still to come. "Will I have wings like him? Claws too? I don't know if I can imagine never wearing anything again like him. There have to be some clothed gargoyles right?" she thought. Still, her mind kept overwhelming her concerns about the future with her memory of how she'd felt with him. She felt safe in his embrace, even after she'd been haphazardly stripped naked out on a public rooftop. While they'd been together, it felt like they were the only people in the world. He'd given her the admiration and confidence she'd craved. As the reality settled in for her, she began to think of her next night as an exciting new world she'd been stepping into rather than a curse. She shook her head at the fact she was still excited for them to finish tomorrow night where they'd left off tonight. Her thoughts of intimacy paired with her state on the fire escape began to make her feel vulgar and excited.

Only a handful of people had ever seen her naked body, but now she was sitting outside like a full moon in a dark sky. She knew her pale white skin, even with the grey mottling, was making her skin stand out against the dark building and metal. Any passerby or person glancing her direction would pick her out immediately and see her bare, tingling pussy. Soon that's how it would be every night and every day. Frozen on the rooftop of the church, every person in attendance would look up and see her bare, petite body. Father Michael and all of his flock would see her naked ass every day. Every mass, they would take the sacrament a few stories below her exposed pussy lips.

She began to close her eyes as she imagined her new life as a sinner, and her raised knees began to part. Her hand followed quickly into the growing gap between her legs, and she started to use her fingers to massage the outside of her pussy lips back and forth. She imagined what someone walking by on the street who looked up at her would be seeing. Peering up through the slats of the metal platform, they'd see the underside of her plump ass pushing through the metal grate like soft dough through a strainer. Then, they'd see the bottom of her pussy lips above them. If they were in a window across from her, they might even be close enough to see her fingers disappearing inside of her aching hole. She shook her head and flung her hair off of her left nipple, so her other hand could come up and start squeezing and pulling on the breast. The musky aroma of her soaking lips began to fill the air on the makeshift balcony. As she slipped a third finger inside herself, she started to use her thumb to massage her clit in a circular pattern.

Her eyes flew open when she heard an unexpected moan escape her breathless lips. Her eyes scanned the windows across from her in the alley, but no eyes she could see watched her illicit performance. Her hips rolled against her hand and the escape began to rattle and creak in time with her. Then, terror washed over her, and she froze in place suddenly. She had heard voices below, and they sounded very close to her. She gingerly leaned her head to the side and looked past her plump ass to the ground below her. Three rowdy, young guys that lived in her building had just wandered outside and were now walking past, just below her. Relief washed over her as she noticed none of them had discovered her yet, but it was quickly followed by a dose of disappointment. She gently continued her rocking, rubbing, and rasping breaths while she imagined what it would be like soon for these three to be able to walk past and inspect the cold, petrified folds of her pussy, the hard, frozen ring of her asshole, or the way her swinging tits petrified on a particular dawn. "Soon everyone's eyes will roam every inch of me on top of the church. They might as well get a headstart on everyone else and watch tonight." she thought to herself lustily.

After that thought, she made no effort to conceal her sound or movements. She threw her whole body into her hand with each rock of her hips on the elevated grate and drove her snatch up to the knuckles of her fingers each time. The moans stopped escaping her lips and started to become intentional calls for wanton attention. She kept her eyes locked on the backs of the three men as they almost turned the corner of the block. She wanted one of them to turn and acknowledge what she was doing. She needed someone to be with her, even if they just pointed and laughed at her, while she finally released what had been pent up for days of disappointment, shock, guilt, and lust. As the last one turned the corner, she saw him stop and lean against the corner of the building to smoke a cigarette away from his friends. Her hands and hips moved faster as she waited to see if his eyes would find hers.

A sinking pit of embarrassment and humiliation filled her stomach. Her dark wish was granted, and his distant eyes were fixed upon her. He seemed to become a statue before her eyes. He stopped moving entirely and even the puffs of smoke from his cigarette ceased for a few seconds. She couldn't imagine stopping her movement. As he stood still, maybe stunned or horrified, she kept her eyes locked on his and lost all patience with her single hand's pace on her pussy. She put one set of fingers over her clit and rubbed it side to side with enough friction to start a fire while her other hand became solely devoted to stuffing in as many of her fingers into her as possible. Her entire position rocked against the building as she approached a climax finally.

She watched her distant partner look in every direction and search for other eyes on him. Apparently finding none, he leaned against the building and fished his cock out from his pants. A moan of delight jumped out of her throat as she saw him join her in her public sin. She nodded vigorously from afar to encourage him to join her as she got closer and closer to completion. She was transfixed watching him pull on his shaft with a ferocious pace she knew was reserved only for when a man intended to cum A. S. A. P. With no time to spare, she watched him straighten like a board and release ropes of cum onto the sidewalk as her own orgasm ravaged her.

She quickly stuffed her cold, stoney hand that was just inside her pussy into her mouth to bite down on and stifle her screams. She tasted her own rich nectar on it while her eyes and pussy shut tightly. In the dark behind her eyelids, she felt the convulsions of ecstasy vibrate from her cunt to her toes. Her legs shook violently, and her toes curled in the afterglow of her long-awaited orgasm.

She opened her eyes and looked out to find her voyeur, but he had already fled from the mess they'd created together. She took her hand out of her mouth and prepared to wince at the bloody crime scene of bitemarks she expected to find, but there were none there. Her new, hardened skin didn't show any mark from her biting down practically as hard as she could. It was still just an unbroken layer of grey, textured skin stretched from the edge of her breasts to her fingertips.

Turning around, she noticed the lights had finally gone out inside her apartment. She needed a shower desperately after today, and its steamy isolation would give her the solitude to ponder her future and next steps further. She quietly slid the window to the living room open and crept into the dark home.