Elisa stared in shock at the scene before her. The kitchen looked worse than some of the battlefields the Clan and the Pack had clashed on. The table had been smashed to bits and large chucks of the counter had been ripped off. The fridge door barely was hanging by a sole hinge, which was better than the cabinet doors; one of them had actually been embedded in the wall thanks to the frenzy. Of course the walls were a lost cause anyway,what with the deep gouges that had been torn into them by hurried claws. Food wrappers were scattered along the floor but, oddly enough, not a speck or drop of food could be seen. Elisa toed a peanut butter jar, realizing it had been completely cleaned of any trace of goo.
In the middle of all this madness were the culprits. Broadway had Angela bent over the ruined remains of the counter, grunting and panting as he took her from behind. Angela, for her part, was alternating between moaning and stuffing cold cuts into her mouth. She was positioned a bit awkwardly as her constant eating had already given her a nice belly that smooshed against the tile counter top, her heavy breasts jiggling as Broadway pounded her.
Elisa looked up at Goliath, prepared to see horror or disgust written upon his features, but instead she was startled to see he looked… mildly annoyed.
“I do not look forward to asking Xanatos to provide us a new fridge,” he said simply.
Elisa raised an eyebrow. “That’s the only thing you are concerned about?” She gestured towards Angela, who was so consumed with filling her face while Broadway filled her snatch that she still hadn’t noticed their arrival.
Goliath sighed, guiding Elisa away from the doorway. “You must remember that gargoyles do not concern themselves with whose child is whose.For us all belong to the clan.”
“So… it’s normal to just walk in and see your daughter getting screwed like that?” Elisa said. Goliath shrugged and Elisa opened her mouth to retort… only for her jaw to snap shut. ‘Who the hell am I to judge?’she asked herself. ‘I mean, it’s their race and they are allowed to do what they want.’ She looked down at her torn clothing and a sly smile spread across her features. ‘Besides, you were the one who didn’t care if anyone saw you while you rode that cock… you aren’t exactly in a position to look down on them.’ She licked her lips, rubbing her thighs together a bit as she watched Angela get taken. 'It is kinda hot... and hell, I can blame it on the spell!'
“Are you… alright?” Goliath asked even as Angela let out a roar, signaling her climax. “I can tell them to stop-“
Elisa, however, tilted her head up and kissed Goliath (never considering that their height difference had been greatly reduced in the last hour). “I’m more upset they are eating all the food…”
“There is a pantry,” Goliath said with a slight smile.
Elisa beamed. “Then lead on… I need to fill my belly before I show those two how things are really done!”