Page 16 of The Gargoyle in the College

But this gargoyle right in front of me thinks that I’m worth showing up for.

I murmur. “It’s wild. No one even talks to me much, but you’re here.”

He scowls. “Who’s that? Who doesn’t even want to talk to you?”

I take his fist and stroke his knuckles. “I mean, I don’t really talk to others, either, so I don’t blame them. I’ve never been good at making friends.”

He blinks as if he’s trying to understand me. I think I’ve made it simple to understand.

He says, “But... I still don’t get it. You are kind.”

I sigh. “Maybe. I don’t know. All I did was clean your wings, come on.”

He chuckles. “And clean something else too.”

My cheeks grow hot again. “You’d enjoy the cock rub.”

He gestures for me to get closer. “Here, I’ll show you good pussy rubs, and pussy banging, if that’s what you want.”

Even though he insists that this isn’t a dream, it feels like I’m in a dream. I go up and hug him. Maybe I should think less and just do what I want.

“Yes, gargoyle. Well, what’s your name?”

“Gisett.”

“Wait, do you have your name on the base of the statue or something already?”

He shakes his head. “I’m just a regular gargoyle who hasn’t earned the right to have my name written on a plate.”

“Does that mean there are famous gargoyles?”

“Indeed, but maybe humans don’t know their names.”

I guess the world is a lot larger than I know or can even imagine.

He watches me for another second. “Hey, I’m still a strong gargoyle who drove away evil spirits from the campus, even though that was a long time ago. How else do you think I earned to stay here?”

I stare at him with my brain smacked empty. I don’t think he’s lying to me, but if he is, I’d be the biggest idiot in the world to believe him. Yet...

Is it a thing that when people proclaim something wild with such certainty that what they say kind of feels real?

But he is a gargoyle... I rubbed his chest and no body paint fell off, the wings can move as he wills, so I guess it isn’t that impossible for what he said to have happened.

I nod. “I don’t doubt you’re strong.” Though it feels silly that sitting on campus, playing statues is actually a prize for gargoyles.

He picks me up and I wrap my arms around him at once. It almost feels like I’m back into my dream from last night. “Here.” He puts me on the bed, climbing onto it and straddling me. He sniffs me and kisses my cheek. “Mm... You smell good. Tasty.”

“Do gargoyles eat humans?”

He chuckles and reaches between my legs. “It depends on which kind of eat we’re referring to. I can make everything great.”

I gasp when he rubs me. I’m so wet that it’s almost embarrassing. Is this supposed to be it? That... He is turning me on even though he isn’t a human.

But he has those juicy abs...

Maybe... Maybe it’s my problem. Maybe I feel so strongly for him because I’ve never been with someone else.

Or is it?

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