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Leslie Loveworth
Stone Gargoyle, Hard Sex
Stone Gargoyle, Hard Sex
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Carved from stone, silent immobile sentinels, watching over the city from building rooftops, and driven by an insatiable lust to become human. Only the sensual touch of lovemaking can transform these creatures from hard granite into flesh and blood beasts of love and desire. Walking home late from work one rainy night, Maria comes across these insatiable creatures, and her life will be changed forever.
WARNING: Explicit. This 5950-word story contains intense sexual scenes of beastly male on female action and hot eroticism that transcends the mortal world into the realm of the supernatural!
Lucas stood up, massive and imposing. He towered over her. The stone flesh on his lower body was sculpted to look almost like a series of knotted ropes bound together, mimicking muscle-lined flesh. Below his waist, seemingly carved in excruciating detail, was a massive penis, the head and shaft shining like polished marble. Maria was shocked at the sight of it. She let the rug go, and it fell to the floor in a dusty heap.
Her own body was dirtied and scuffed, coated in a thin layer of grime from the old rotting rug, bits of straw sticking to her skin.
“I may be carved from stone,” Lucas said, “But you are a work of art.”
WARNING: Explicit. This 5950-word story contains intense sexual scenes of beastly male on female action and hot eroticism that transcends the mortal world into the realm of the supernatural!
Lucas stood up, massive and imposing. He towered over her. The stone flesh on his lower body was sculpted to look almost like a series of knotted ropes bound together, mimicking muscle-lined flesh. Below his waist, seemingly carved in excruciating detail, was a massive penis, the head and shaft shining like polished marble. Maria was shocked at the sight of it. She let the rug go, and it fell to the floor in a dusty heap.
Her own body was dirtied and scuffed, coated in a thin layer of grime from the old rotting rug, bits of straw sticking to her skin.
“I may be carved from stone,” Lucas said, “But you are a work of art.”
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