Page 14 of The Gargoyle in the College

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I think you should, humans should, but somehow... I’m only allowed to show up for humans who will keep a secret and who are important to me, so...”

Am I that important to him? Because I may be the only one who cleaned him in decades?

He comes closer to me again, almost as if he is sniffing me. “You’re the special one.”

“Like, special for you to hug and take as your own?”

He blinks and his eyes darken. “Do you also feel that?”

I flinch. Is that what he feels and what I should feel too? “Well, maybe you took how I cleaned you a bit too seriously. I just don’t like how they defaced a statue, and I didn’t know you are alive.”

He blinks, but the sparks in his eyes fade. “I see. It’s okay. I understand.”

Now, I kind of feel sorry for him. “I suppose you can hug me if you want.”

He gives a wry smile. “I’m only going to do things that you are comfortable with and want.”

“You hugged me last night.”

“I did. Did you never want that and only agreed because you thought it was a dream?”

I go up to him. He is a lot taller than me, and with his wide wings and strong arms, he can smash me without a problem. But at the same time, it feels right to be with him. If last night’s hugs were real, he did give good hugs.

He spreads his arms. “A hug?”

I invite myself into his arms. My inside is burning, when he wraps his arms around me, the fire grows even stronger. “You’re the gargoyle who specifically came looking for me.”

He wraps his wings around me, too, having me safely with him. “I do. You feel special.”

“Yeah? Or maybe you haven’t been getting hugs a ton.”

His body is hot, making it comfortable to stay with him. He chuckles as he strokes my back. “You may have a point, but it’s not like that. I’m a gargoyle who has been alive for a long time. I’ve seen a lot of things.”

“But all you do is sit there and play statue.”

“Well, that’s part of the job. Trust me, just by being a statue, you can see a lot.”

“Doesn’t sound too fun when freshman always mess with you.”

“Indeed.” There seems to be a low hum coming from his chest to me, echoing through my body. “This year, a freshman decided that she’s going to clean my wings and... my whole body.”

I snort a laugh. “Now, you’re crazy for her, huh?”

His cock twitches, at this proximity, there’s no way I’ll miss that. His size is... impressive. He lets out a soft moan. “I feel like an animal.”

“Is gargoyle an animal?”

He flexes an arm. “We’re beasts.”

I run my hand over his back. His muscles pulse with heat, warm like how it felt when I rubbed him and cleaned him. His skin is rough, almost the same as how he felt as a statue.

“Are you the beast that will devour me?” My heart almost jumps out of my throat as I say the words. I’ve never asked for something like that. Most of the time, I just want to be on my own and I can’t wait to get out of social situations, let alone asking a gargoyle to be here with me. “Or am I supposed to be scared of you?”

He lifts my chin. “I can devour you and make it feel good.”

Do I move my hand to his cock? I’ve never done something like this, so...

Am I that tempting to a gargoyle? Special, or so he said about me.

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