In the Gargoyle's Grasp (Bisexual Beast Menage‪)‬

Exploring a French basilica, Mark pauses to look at the massive gargoyle crouched upon its balcony... and finds it looking back at him! And when the gargoyle reveals that it needs human contact to free itself, Mark realizes that his body has been marked as a resource to this beast. But when the gargoyle follows Mark back to his girlfriend Alexis, will he hand her over for the gargoyle's use too? Warning: this 5,500 word erotic short story contains gay and bisexual sex, a MMF threesome, rough sex, public sex, oral sex, 69, squirting, fingering with monstrous claws, and a massive stony gargoyle cock; adults only!

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Excerpt:


Alexis didn’t even look angry – our relationship was open, though I’d never, you know, explicitly cleared monsters and otherworldly beings with her. She glanced over at me. “I didn’t realize you liked…men,” she said. Then, with a wry grin, she added, “Or whatever this is.”


“Ah, yeah.” I moved closer to her, putting an arm around her shoulders as I addressed the gargoyle. “But you’ve followed me.”


Its fangs glinted in a grin. “Very good,” it purred, fluttering its wings against in a mocking sort of whimsy. “I was animated enough to escape the church. But I find myself growing…heavy once more.”


“Why me?” I held Alexis tight, and she put a hand on my chest. We were in this together.


The gargoyle’s hand was back at its cock, playing with it restlessly. “Out of everyone in the basilica that day, Mark, I chose you because you would enjoy it the most.” A crooked grin. “Didn’t you?”


Shame and longing mingled on my skin, and the silence I kept went on long enough to affirm the gargoyle’s question. The gargoyle closed in on us, its strong and muscular body filling my line of sight. And more than anything, at that moment, I wanted it.


The gargoyle chuckled knowingly as my hands shot out to caress its body. “Yes,” it said in a rasp, “I thought you might want another tryst.” In its amazing strength, it grabbed me and dropped me on the edge of the fountain, hooking its claws into the waistband of my trousers before I even knew what was happening.


But before the gargoyle thoroughly ravished me in the middle of the garden, I managed to choke out, “Wait.” The gargoyle stopped, amazingly enough, and I looked up at Alexis. “Okay with this?” I confirmed.


She approached us and took a seat beside me. “I want, um, to join you.”


The gargoyle reacted to this quicker than I could: it reached above my head to fiddle open the buttons of her blouse with its claws. “Mm,” it assessed as her full breasts sprung free. “Mark will eat you out.”


God, would I. It was a delicious contrast: the soft warm familiarity of my girlfriend as she shimmied her skin up around her waist, and the cold and the thrilling fear of the gargoyle as it pulled my cock out of my pants.