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Why the hell did he have a pottery wheel up there? What the hell does a gargoyle want with a pottery wheel?
By the time I make it to my window, I’m out of breath, and my list of questions has grown.
With more effort than it usually takes, I push open the double frames and yell his name out into the evening air again and again. No movement, not even a shift in weight or a blink of his steel gray eyes. I narrow my gaze on his tail, willing it to move just an inch.
“I just want to talk.”
Excitement bursts through me as I see the shadows across his face shift, and then immediately, I’m plunged into frustration as I realize it’s just a bird flying overhead.
I need to change my tactic. Anxious energy builds inside me as I start to doubt my memories. I bypass the art supplies on my kitchen table and pick up a handful of forks and spoons before returning to the window.
“I know you can hear me,” I yell across the way, chucking utensils out my window. They only make it a few feet out into the air before clattering to the cobblestone ground.
Still nothing.
I question what happened last night. I hit the cobblestones pretty hard trying to escape the attacker.
But I can still feel the heat his stone body gave off when he towered over me, still feel the ridged nodules of his tail on my waist and the smooth curve of his claws on my cheek. He smelled like mossy stone and the warm night sky, and when I touched his chest, brushing my thumb over his smooth skin, I felt safe.
He’d said I’d seduced him. That movement I saw when I was so close to coming was real, I know it. He moved when I was in danger.
So why won’t you show yourself now?
“Fine.” I narrow my eyes at the gargoyle. “You’re the one who swooped into my life and showed me monsters exist, but now, you won’t talk to me.”
I grab a wooden chair from the table, positioning it in front of the window.
“Okay, Colossus,mymonster. I’m not going to put myself in danger to get your attention…”Not yet, anyways. Not until I’ve tried this.
I unbutton my shirt, tossing it off to the side. Then, I take off my pants, my bra, and underwear. With each item I lose, I become more and more aware that this time, I know I am being observed. No matter how still Colossus is, his gray eyes are watching me and, despite my irritation, I like it.
I stand there in nothing but the dusk light, my breath coming quick and my pulse racing, daring—begging—him to move. All I want is a hint that everything was real. And he doesn’t even give me a blink.
I don’t understand, but I refuse to give up.
I head to my bedroom.
Moving to my bedside drawer, I pull out a thick, six-inch, purple dildo with a suction cup attachment and my favorite water-based lube before I march back over to the window.
Placing the dildo and lube on the table next to me, I sit down in the chair.
“You asked for it,mymonster.”
I glare across to his motionless face, even as I feel my body flush with desire. Everything about him should be too much to be handsome. His inhuman nose is not much more than the slash of nostrils, his clawed feet hook into the stone of the tower, and his fangs distort the full arch of his upper lip. Put all these details together, and I can’t stop staring. I never could.
My hands shake with tiny tremors, so I begin slowly, first just grazing over my skin, waking my body up to the touch. I inhale deeply to slow my breathing. The summer air is thick, but I’m covered in goosebumps. Shifting my legs and hips to allow my hands to move downwards, I grow restless in my seat.
Just as I did that first night, I spread my legs, letting my hands drift between them, but now, I know he is actually watching, and my every move is heightened because of it.
He sees my nipples pull into tight, pink buds, hears me gasp as I run my hands over the delicate skin of my inner thighs. I’m wet, so wet that there is no way he doesn’t know. I spread my thighs wider for him, wanting him to see what he did to me, how frustrated he’s made me.
“Colossus.” His name has transformed from a demand to a plea. “Please, Colossus.”
If he moves, it can’t be seen with human eyes.
I grab the lube and dildo from the kitchen table. I squeeze out a generous amount on my fingertips and run my hand up and down the purple cock, coating it in the liquid.
I plant my feet wide on the windowsill. Moving the toy between my thighs, I run the thick head of it up and down my slit and imagine it is Colossus. My clit is so sensitive, I nearly jump as the dildo passes over it, then I do it again and again, rocking my hips into it. I moan as I tease the dildo over my hole. With my free hand, I spread my cunt wide before plunging only the tip inside me. I gasp but keep going, pushing it in and out of me in slow, shallow thrusts, wanting my monster to see what I’d imagined him doing to me.
