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He sucks in a breath with his eyes closed when I run my hand over his hard cock. “I suppose that’s a yes and I suppose you want me to hug you and do something more.”

Is this a bad idea?

I may have touched myself in the morning as I thought about gargoyles, but when he’s here in front of me…

Chapter 8

Laura

I take another breath. The dorm room is relatively new to me, and for now, it almost fades away, as if I’m back in a dream.

But the gargoyle standing in front of me is supposed to be real and very alive. His wings are right there by his sides and his red eyes are burning through my body, reaching deep into my soul.

He licks his lips as if I’m his food. “Trust me, I’ll make it good.”

With the bulge at his crotch, I don’t doubt that. But...

I take half a step back, but I soon stop myself. “I... Am I supposed to be scared of a gargoyle? I... I don’t know about that.”

He takes a step back when I expect him to be pissed. This isn’t the first time I pulled back in our brief talk. He says, “I mean, a lot are scared of my kind. That’s part of the point of why we look the way we look; to deter and protect. There’s no need to be scared of me unless you’re my enemy. My enemies are beings who try to hurt humans on the campus, especially the magical beings.”

It makes sense, except maybe it doesn’t make any sense. There’s a buzz in my head, almost there to make sure I can’t think straight. “But...”

“Nothing you aren’t comfortable with.”

But... Maybe I want something. It feels like I want him even though I don’t even understand what that entails. It is supposed to feel good right? But... “It feels like it will hurt.”

“My cock? Don’t worry.”

I take another step back regardless, even when he hasn’t moved closer. “I... I’ve never done something like that.” I may have thought about being with someone and hooking up, but I’ve never actually done that. Just thinking about talking to someone gets me nervous, so… letting them touch me is yet another level.

He tilts his head to the side. “You aren’t freshly an adult.”

“I just got into college.”

He lifts his brows with a faint smirk. “Don’t lie to a gargoyle.”

I have no idea whether he guessed it right or peeked into my mind, which I hope he didn’t. He probably wouldn’t, knowing that I don’t like that.

My gaze drifts to the side. “Well... Still not that old.”

He says, “I’ll take my time, as long as it will take for it to feel good.”

This is some craziness. “I suppose that can work.”

He flaps his wings slowly, almost as if he is trying not to whirlwind and mess with things in the room. “I promise with my wings.”

Is that a gargoyle’s way of promising things? “I’m nervous.”

“This is your first time after all. I’d be honored.”

This may as well be the worst idea ever. I did want a fresh start in this college, but in no way does that mean to be fucking a gargoyle. I could tell others about that, and they’d think I meant a gargoyle-styled dildo.

I worked a few years before I got into college, which I didn’t tell anyone. But somehow, he knows...

Maybe he guessed it. Someone who’s good at gauging people’s age can probably do that.

I’ve never had the courage to date anyone, not that anyone would be interested in me anyway. I’m just a weirdo and can’t even talk well with others.

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