With a fire in her eye Angela sauntered
over to the opposite wall Elisa was tearing down and with strength she never
thought she had she smashed the thing down, sending stone and plaster raining
down in the next room. Stepping through she looked around to find herself in
one of the rec rooms, the one Hudson usually lounged in. Hearing her mother and
Elisa moan and toil in the room behind her the massive gargoyle looked around
the large space and huffed. “Elisa is right!”
Taking her time she moved over to the
walls, picking the paintings and pictures off the wall and tearing them apart
with her claws, delighting in the damage she was causing. Heading to the couch
and recliner she smashed them to pieces, tearing away at the fabric and eating
it raw, not even caring if it was edible or not. Moving on to the rest of the
furniture she pulverised the television and shelves, taking her time to rip
apart the books and fling the pages over her shoulder or stuff them into her
mouth. By the time she had finished the room was practically destroyed with
layers of debris all over the floor, but she wasn’t finished just yet. Pressing
her swollen belly and breasts against the wall she smeared her milk and scent
over the surface, smiling with feral glee at how with wild abandon she chose to
forget what the princess had taught her back on Avalon. Turning around and
bending over she smeared her pussy juices against the walls, her tail and fat
rear bouncing every time she pressed harder against the stone.
Elisa was right, she didn’t want to be
civil, she wanted to be free and savage, wild and feral. This place wasn’t a
castle, it was their nest, their cave, and she was going to help her sisters
make it that way. Stepping away from her handy work she breathed in the musk of
her scent from the walls and floor, purring deeply at her work. If any of the
male gargoyles had taken a wiff of this, they would seek her out and claim her
then and there. The idea made her moist already. Finished here she stomped
towards the hole in the wall she made earlier but stopped half way, frowning
slightly she raised her tail, taking a heaping shit on the floor behind her.
When she finished relieving herself she scrapped her clawed feet behind her
like an animal would and went on her way. NOW her work was done.
*
Hours had passed and through the day up
until nightfall the castle had been completely ruined, the three having torn
down every wall, every pillar and man made thing in the castle and reducing it
to a stone mound on top of Xanatos’s sky scraper. The castle had been almost
completely hollowed out, save for a few support beams and fewer surviving walls
the placed looked (and smelled) like the cave of some terrible beast.
Finishing off with what was left of
Xanatos’s office Elisa smashed the windows to let the night air flow in,
stretching her arms and wings out she let the wind blow over her massive frame.
The ten-foot-tall gargoyle woman purred deeply her metric ton of mass shivering
from the sensation that her cork sized nipples went stiff. Bringing her claws
to the dome of her belly she squirmed impatiently for her next clutch to be
ready.
“hmm, good idea sister, this will make
a lovely perch for us to fly out from.” Feeling a second pair of claws come up
from behind and grip at the meat of her rear Elisa looked over her shoulder to
smile back at Demona just as their lips collided into a sloppy kiss, their
tongues swirling together before their lips met.
“Is there any of that for me?” Purred
Angela, practically waddling up behind them to take up the opposite side of her
mother, licking up Elisa’s ear to get her attention. “Oh yes Angela, I would
never hold out on my daughter…”
Pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes
Angela pulled Demona close until their egg filled bellies pressed tightly
against each other. Staring intently at the red haired gargoyle’s round face
she forcefully kissed the massive woman, gripping her fat rear possessively
before pulling away, leaving Demona surprised. “SISTER! I am no longer your
daughter Demona, I am your alpha SISTER and don’t you forget it.” Giving the
dark blue female a playful slap on the ass Demona gasped and smiled back, her
daughter had finally come into her own.
“Of course… Sister.”
A sound echoed out in the now large
chamber of their home, a scratching sound that caught their attention. “Does
anyone hear that?” Moving away from the ruined gaping window the trio made
their way deeper into their lair, the sounds getting more pronounced. “Yes,
what is it?” Heading deeper they made their way to where the pantry once stood,
its walls having been torn down in a nesting frenzy that saw it destroyed and
the eggs it housed safety surrounded by debris and drying manure. There the
fifteen eggs the trio had laid earlier that morning were shaking and scratching,
the sounds of something tapping against their shells growing louder until one
finally cracked open, showing a brown tail and a cry that made the trio squirm
and their nipples go stiff.
“They’re hatching!”