Elisa Maza considered herself to be a good cop. She followed the law as best she could, protected the people. But so often, lately, she found herself questioning how the law worked. The difference between law and justice.
Ever since she had met the gargoyles.
Ancient creatures from another time, preserved in stone via a magic spell. By day, they were statues, helpless and forced to either hide and/or trust someone to protect them. By night, they were mighty warriors who fought to protect their home and any who lived within it. Betrayed years ago by one of their own and a human who had once sworn to protect them, most of their clan was slaughtered in their sleep. Leaving only a select few. Goliath, the brave, mighty leader. Hudson, the wise old soldier. Lexington, the young genius, who adapted well to the modern era. Brooklyn, Goliath's second, who had grown so much since reawakening. Broadway, simple in mind but great in heart, with the makings of a magnificent detective in him. Bronx, the gargoyle beast, who was both friendly pet and guard dog. Later on, the group added Goliath's daughter, Angela, who had grown up on the magical island of Avalon, born from the eggs in the castle that were thankfully spared the massacre of the clan. Later still, Goliath's brother and his lover, revived from their death as a cyborg and robot respectively, Coldstone and Coldfire. Brooklyn, going on a forced time travel via a magical artifact, came back from his trip with Katana, from an ancient Japanese clan, along with their son Nashville, the beast Fu-Dog, and an egg that had yet to hatch.
So much had happened. Demona, Goliath's former mate, Angela's mother, and a deranged, guilt-ridden, human-hating psychotic, was the one who had betrayed the clan, her rage against humanity nearly driving gargoyles in Europe extinct due to retaliation from humans. She had fought Goliath and his clan, declared herself Elisa's enemy, nearly destroyed humanity with a virus... only to be disowned by her daughter. She was just one of the many villains the clan had faced. Demona had declared a truce, giving up her war, thankfully. Billionare industrialist and tactical genius David Xanatos, once one of their most dangerous threats, was now the clan's guardian.
And Goliath...
...She had fallen in love with him. And she knew he felt the same. She loved the big guy, that sweet, powerful, but gentle hunk of gargoyle.
More than that, she wanted to be with him intimately. To feel him inside her as they made love.
She had absolutely no idea how to feel about all that, how to justify her relationship with the law and her relationship with Goliath, with the clan.
She decided to just talk with Goliath for now. She had the night off anyway, so she could spend lots of time with him. Heading to the Eryie Building, the Xanatos-owned tower where the castle the clan lived in sat atop, she headed up there, her mind wandering. She eventually tracked Goliath down...
...just as he was stepping out of the shower.
Elisa saw her would-be lover, the towering, lavender gargoyle of the manly muscles, fully naked.
And HOLY FUCK Goliath was well-endowed.
Fear, arousal, desire, so many emotions were mixing inside Elisa right now as she stared at Goliath's crotch. Finally, she reacted. "HI GOLIATH!" she said, panicking.
"Um... hello?" Goliath said, worried.
"YES HI I JUST WANTED TO STOP BY AND SAY HI YAI YAI YOU HAVE A BIG SCHLONG I MEAN DO YOU FEEL LIKE GETTING HOT DOGS TONIGHT I'D LIKE THAT BIG TWO FOOT LONG IN MY BUNS I MEAN," Elisa said, babbling. She gulped. "I'm going to run away now."
Goliath just nodded as Elisa ran, casting a glance back at his crotch. After a moment, as Goliath started to put on his loincloth, he chuckled, realizing what had happened.
Elisa left the tower, driving immediately over to the brownstone where her former nemesis Demona lived. She buzzed Demona's front gate.
"This better be important," Demona said through the speaker.
"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU EVEN FIT HIM!?!" Elisa said, still in panic/lust mode.
Demona blinked. "Detective?"
"Seriously, how did you survive having that organ rearranger inside you?" Elisa shouted.
Demona blinked, and chuckled, realizing what just happened. "Come in, Maza," she said. "We have to talk."
Meanwhile, back at the castle...
"So you're saying that Elisa ran off just now because she was scared of father's maleness?" Angela asked, the brown-haired gargoyle looking curiously at old Hudson. Her mate, the pot-bellied Broadway, sat nearby, listening intently.
Hudson chuckled, stroking his beard. "Aye," he said in his Scottish brogue. "T'was the same thing that happened when Demona first saw what your father was packing. The very next night, the two were going at it like jackrabbits on the mountainside. There was nary a time when they weren't rutting shortly after that, actually..."
Angela shook her head. "Sheesh," she said. "I'm content with what I have in Broadway. Large enough to satisfy, but not so large I feel bruised just taking it in."
Broadway just smirked, offering her some of the candy he was eating.
Angela grinned at her mate. "In fact..." she said, her eyes glowing lustfully. "Speaking of satisfying..."
Hudson took that as his cue to give the two young lovers privacy.
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