Making her way down the hallways of the castle Angela tugged at the ragged strap of her dress, for some reason her cloths felt… Tight. Thinking about Broadway the blue skinned female smiled warmly heading towards the kitchen, the one place she’d know he’d go to first. Stepping through the doorway her smile went wide when she found him sticking his head in the refrigerator, his tail thumping against the counter and the sounds of him chewing filling the room. "Feeling better Broadway?"
Bumping his head off the top of the fridge he looked out to see the young gargoyle woman, trying and failing to smile with a chicken drumstick in his mouth. "Morgh’mim." Standing up with more food cradled under his arms Broadway close the fridge behind him with his tail and dumped his booty on the kitchen island. "hmm, never had breakfast FIRST… Wonder what I’m supposed to make." Even while he thought, scratching his head with one hand he plucked another drumstick from the pile and nibbled away on it.
Sashaying up to the table Angela smiled, plucking an apple from the stash in front of her and took a bite. Her eyes widened some at the flavour, it tasted richer than she remembered and suddenly she felt hungrier because of it. Biting into the apple again she chewed away at it, licking her lips and letting some of the juice dribble down her pouting lips. In no time at all she finished off the thing, including the core and went for something else. "Didn’t think I was hungry after that eye but WOW am I starving!" grabbing what he could Broadway munched away at the vegetables and meats he had gotten hold of from earlier, prying open lunch meats and crumpling up the wrapper over his shoulder when he was done. Angela began picking up the pace, matching the overweight gargoyle in front of her with increased enthusiasm.
While she ate she could feel her dress getting tighter around her middle, the thought left her mind even though the tightness persisted, and the only thing she could focus on was the pile of food sitting right in front of her. She didn’t even notice her dress ride up, her hips flaring wider until her rear started showing underneath. Reaching for the last bit of food, another apple her claw met another, the one belonging to Broadway. Looking up sharply and breathing heavily the two gargoyles seemed to be in a haze, slightly lost in the moment until Broadway blinked and pulled Angela forward by the top of her dress and began to kiss her. Moaning into the kiss the two moved away from the tabletop, pressing up against each other the two explored each other’s mouths until Angela pulled away and winked at her lover, just before spinning around and snatching up the apple and biting into it.
Flaring his nostrils Broadway slammed his hips into hers, pinning Angela at the table while he fumbled with the belt to his loincloth. Hearing the thing clamber to the ground he grabbed both ends of the bottom of Angela’s dress and tore it open, his throbbing erection was already bobbing under her entrance just as he sunk deep into her. Her moans stopping him briefly before she looked over her shoulder and took another bite of the apple, licking her lips and wiggling her rear at him.
Not much more was needed to coax him further.
***
"I believe the humans call this truth or dare, fortunately for YOU I’m compelled to telling the truth." Leaning against the stone wall Demona’s smile never left her lips, she pretended to appear defenseless and coy if only to add to the dramatics. "So… Truth, how often does Goliath ogle over that human detective hmm?"
"Honestly? I don’t pay too much attention, but if I’m to guess the two are probably being all lovey dovey as we speak." Seeing Demona frown at that gave Brooklyn a smirk before she asked her next question.
"How does it feel to be spurned by my daughter? I believe she’s with the fat one in your clan isn’t she." Her haughty smile returned Demona watched as Brooklyn shirked away. "Nuh uh you can’t leave that unanswered, otherwise I’ll have to DARE you to do something." Seeing him unable to voice his outrage Demona nearly purred, her nipples tenting her top at the control she had over him. "Very well then, I dare you to… Remove you’re loincloth."
Waiting patiently the female Gargoyle tapped her chin, her arm wrapped under her bust to show off her cleavage. After a few seconds of hesitation Brooklyn unbuckled his belt and dropped his loincloth to his side, looking him over Demona licked her lips, watching his erection waver from his booming heartbeat.
"Now, where do you…"
"MY question now Demona." Growled the tan skinned gargoyle, his claws clenching at his sides. "With all that hot air and bitching attitude towards humans did you ever screw one? I heard you and Macbeth go back a long-"
The scream that echoed around the tower almost as frightening as the blood red glow of Demona’s eyes at the mention of that name. Lunging out she took swipes at Brooklyn but he knew how far the chains could reach, watching on as she attacked and snarled impotently. Looking up at his crooked smile her eyes narrowed. "You need to tell the truth Demona, that’s how the game works."
"No…"
"What’s that?"
"No… I never gave him the chance."
"Too bad, riding some human pole would probably have calmed you down some after all these years, how long has it been again?"
"Unshackle me and I’ll show you." Raising her hands up she stared daggers at Brooklyn even when he raised a waving finger. "Now remember you said…"
"You asked one question too many, so it’s time for another dare, I DARE you to unshackle my hands!"
Shaking his head in disbelieve he nearly turned around when he suddenly felt compelled to step forward. A sparkle of magic at his limbs forcing him to reach for the key at his loincloth at the floor and raising the metal thing with a shaking hand towards her cuffs. "But, you said the spell only made you tell the truth."
"A simple spell for a simple-ton." Watching him reach her cuffs he slowly turned the key and her shackles fell off her wrists.