Gargoyle Boyfriend: Amadou 3 (rough draft)

For the past few weeks, you had been in hiding. Ever since crossing paths with the villain known as Rabid you’d been placed on his shit list. For the time being, you were fine. You were still doing what you loved, journalism. You worked in secret though, and only at night since that was when Amadou was awake.

Ever since Amadou awoke, as well as your memories of the past, you have both been inseparable. Once, long ago, you had been a princess who fell in love with Amadou, a knight in your mother’s palace. But when your evil father returned from his supposed death, he cursed the entire castle, the gargoyles, and you. Now that your memories had awoken, Amadou suspected that soon so would the other gargoyles, your queen mother, and the evil king who began the curse.

You’ve been focused on your investigative work, and even still you’re working on bringing to light some of Solomon Savage’s corrupt dealings. Not only that, you’re almost certain hat Rabid and Solomon are one in the same. In the past you feel it had gotten your father into a lot of trouble, and now, it’s gotten you into your own boiling pot. You’re on the run and in hiding, but at the same time you sort of like this new role in life. You feel like one of the noir detectives on the TV shows you and your father watched together. 

The house you have been squatting in was basically abandoned, but aside from a few leak sin the roof, it was proving to be better than the dingy apartment you lived in before. You’ve had to leave most of your old life behind, but bit by bit Amadou has helped to get some of your old things and bring it back.

Amadou was hesitant to go too far from the city. All his friends were still on the roof of your old building. He felt that soon they would begin to awaken, and he wanted to be close by so they could find him.

“Maybe we should just go back to the city,” you say one day. “Surely Solomon and Rabid have much bigger things on their plate than me.”

“Pettier men than they have done worse to people who have done nothing to them,” Amadou remarks cooly. “You just want to go back into the city to stir up more trouble, don’t you?”

You smile coyly at him. “What makes you think I want any more trouble than I already do?” You approach him and place your hands upon his broad chest.

“Because I know you.” He kisses your forehead then takes hold of your hand. “You enjoy your work, and there are many who wouldn’t.”

“But what about the others?” You ask. You move your hand to his face, cupping the sharp contours of his jaw. “Your friends and family, they’re still on the roof and maybe don’t know where to go.”

Amadou lowers his head so it rests in your palm. “I don’t want to risk you getting hurt.”

“Please, look at me.” You step back and pose. “Reincarnated after a thousand years and still standing.”

Amadou chuckles and cracks a smile. “I don’t want to risk losing you again. Who knows if you’d come back a second time.”

You place both hands on his face. “I will always come back. I’m far too stubborn to let anything keep me down for long.”

His smile is bright, and he places his hands around your wrists. “You are right, my princess.” He kisses the very tip of your nose. “I should already know that lesson by now.”

You tug his face to bring him close again, kissing him deeply. “It’s okay. I forgive you,” You tease. You loop my arms around his neck. “Besides, tonight feels important, doesn’t it?”

Amadou’s big hands wrap around your waist. “Actually, that is because it is.”

Your eyes widen as you tilt your chin up. “Really?”

He nods, slowly moving you backwards. “If I am correct, then tonight is the anniversary of our first romantic encounter.”

You smirk, running your  fingers through his hair and down his neck. “Look at me, already forgetting anniversaries.”

“Well, it was a long time ago. I forgive you,” he teases back. He sets you on the countertop and stands before you. “It was a rather stormy night.”

“Was it?” You pull his hair over his shoulder and play with the long strands. “Describe it to me in detail.”

He chuckles as he unbottons your top. “I came in from patrol, soaking wet through my armor and tunic. I didn’t realize you were watching me as I took off my helmet and gloves.” His voice sounds so tender and sensual. “We had been tiptoeing around one another for a while. You fascinated me, beguiled me, but I feared I made you frightened.”

You bite your lip as his fingers brush against the bare plain between your breasts. “Did I prove you wrong?”

“Of course! I was horribly wrong.” His eyes focus on yours. “You approached me, offering me your shawl so I could warm up. You took me to the hearth in the great hall and sat with me. I was so nervous to be so close to you, I barely spoke a word.”

You watch his hands as they gently glide over your skin. “Then how did the evening become worth celebrating an anniversary?”

His hands slide against your back. “Because you knew exactly what you wanted.” He expertly undoes your bra.

You rub your hands up and down his muscular arms, eyes focused on his face, breath caught in your chest. He was being purposefully sexy right now, he knew what he wanted too.  “And what did I want, exactly?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Amadou kisses you. “You sat close beside me near the fire, you offered to help me remove the armor. You were afraid I would be too cold. But I was burning up. You came close and it felt like I was a kettle about to boil over.” He cups your cheek. “I still feel that way around you.”

You smile up at him. “So, what did I do to you?”

His finger smooths over your lips. “You told me you wanted to thank me for everything I had done, and I said I would love to accept it. It was a kiss I will never forget.”

You loop your arms around his neck again. “It was only a kiss?” 

His fingers brush down over your breasts. “Isn’t that romantic enough? Because it was after that night our affair began. Stolen kisses. Whispers affections. We hid wherever we could. I suppose not much has changed,” he chuckles.

You arch your back, pressing your bare chest against his. “We don’t have to hide now, do we?”

A low rumble vibrates his chest. “Not exactly.” He scoots your hips forward. He opens your pants, pulling them down so all you have on is your panties. A smirk crosses his face, and his long tongue slithers out to lick his lips.

Your wriggle in excitement, opening your legs a bit wider so he has more room, better access, and a better view. His fingertips rub against the front of your panties. His fingers are tipped with sharp talons, but they never touch you. His touch is deft and careful, making sure only the soft pads of his fingers and palm ever touch you. The only time the sharp talons touch your skin is when he wants to tease you.

“Underwear is so simple these days,” he remarks.

You giggle and place your hand between your legs, moving your panties to one side. “Is this easier to maneuver than a corset?”

Amadou licks the corner of his mouth. “You have no idea, my princess.” He pulls your hips to the edge. With one hand he holds you, with the other he chucks off his loincloth. The slit at his groin is opening, and the tip of his cock has begun to peer out. He kisses you, pressing close to you. You can feel his heat pressing to your thigh, growing up and touching your lips below.

You shudder and tighten your arms around him. “Hold me.”

“As my princess commands.” He picks you up off the counter and your legs wrap around him. He smirks at you, enjoying the way your face contorts as he takes his time teasing you. The tip will poke inside then pop back out and rub against you. He does this, knowing it drives you crazy. Perhaps it was something from the past he had done as well.

“Amadou!” You whine in frustration.

He presses your back to the wall. “I know, my princess.” He looks down as he disappears inside you. You bite your tongue between your teeth as he penetrates you, eyes focused on his face. He meets your gaze, heady and glazed over. He moves slowly, rocking his hips up and down.

“My princess,” Amadou moans.

You gasp in reply, pressing your forehead to his as he moves. You cling to his shoulders, dragging your fingers along his skin. He shudders, unfolding his wings with a snap. He moves harder, driving deeper and rougher into you.

You slip to the ground and he’s on top of you. Your legs remain around his waist and your hips are hiked off the ground. His wings completely unfurl, taking up your field of vision above you. He buries his face into your neck, snarling and moaning, each deep thrust more driven than the last. His breath beats against your skin as his mouth opens. Sharp teeth drag down your neck and shoulder, soft kisses pepper your chest. He lifts his head, kissing you deeply as his hips begin to slow.

“Princess,” he growls hungrily. “You’re squeezing so tight.”

“Should I let go?” You whimper.

He smirks. “It’ll make me come before you.”

You chuckle and kiss him again as he moves quicker. “You’re so sweet to anh- worry about that.”

His fingers smooth down until they’re rubbing your clit in slow circles. “It is important that we both take care of one another. I love you, therefore I want to fill you to the brim with every pleasure I can offer.” He growls and his wings shudder. “You’re tightening again.”

“I can’t help it,” you whimper. “You feel so good.”

Amadou shudders and your inner walls quicken. You kiss him, pulling him deeper as his body moves rougher. His wings stretch out further and he cries out against your skin. You seize up, aspen for breath as his heat pools deep within you. His breath shudders and he buries himself deeper against you. He bucks and throbs, slowly going still and laying his weight upon you. Inside you convulse, almost like a pulse, taking every moment of him in.

You moan as you stroke your hands up his back and through his hair. “I think I’ve taken as much of you as I possibly can.”

He chuckles sleepily. “We Gargoyles have a tendency to overflow our partners.” He pulls from you slow, followed by a warm gush of his seed. “Let me find a towel.”

You stretch as he cleans you up, helping you to rise and gather your clothes. You then lay together in bed, snuggled warmly despite the cold draft.

“I have a feeling,” he whispers.

You giggle. “Only now?”

He places his finger on your lips. “Tomorrow, I want to return to the city, go back to that building. I feel as though something is calling me there.”

“We can go back tonight if you wish.”

“Too late now,” he murmurs. “Tomorrow will be better. There will be a full moon, and I feel there will be an awakening. But I fear you will be in danger.”

“You might always feel that.” You rest your head on his chest. “We’ll go back tomorrow.”

That next evening, you fly back to the building where it all began. There is a full moon, but it is hidden behind heavy clouds. As you land on the roof, Amadou looks around at all the gargoyles that remain.

“There were more of us, but I suspect they are elsewhere in the world. The ones that are here, they were all in the castle when the spell took effect.” He stands beside one on the corner. “All of them good and brave, men and women alike.” He rests there at the corner, waiting for his friend to awaken.

I feel as though someone is watching me, their eyes bore into the back of my neck. I turn around and in the shadows I see someone sitting in an old wicker chair. I stand in alarm as they rise.

“I was wondering when you were going to show back up,” he says. He strides out from the shadows. “I’ve been waiting centuries for this day.”

Amadou lunges before me, spreading out his arms and wings to protect me. 

The man is very tall with long dark hair, he has on glasses before his different colored eyes. One is blue while the other is brown. 

“You,” Amadou snarls.

The man raises his arms. “I come in peace, I swear that to you.”

You peer out from behind Amadou’s wing. “You’re the wizard king.”

He sighs and shakes his head. “No more a king, just a man who won’t die.” He lowers his arms back down and tucks his hands into his pockets. “I want to make amends, I’ve been waiting all this time.” He extends his hand out. “I brought you all here in hopes of the day you’d awaken, you would at least be together and protected.”

Amadou snarls, still tense as he glares the wizard king down.

“Oh, where are my manners.” The wizard king sighs. “Please, call me Arthur.”

You step out from behind Amadou and look up at Arthur. In your past life, he had been your father, he had gone mad with jealousy and hatred, but this did not seem like the same man. 

“You did all this?” You point down at the ground. “This building, the gargoyles, all so you could make amends?”

“After a few decades of not dying and a few more of therapy, I realize that I was wrong and cruel. I had hoped by bringing as many of the gargoyles as I could to one place, it would attract you to them.” He smiles. “I am glad to see I was right.”

“But what do you hope to gain from this?” You ask calmly. 

“Peace. Forgiveness. Although I understand if I do not receive either.” He sighs heavily. “I cannot undo the past or my actions, but I can at least support the future.” A soft smile comes to his face. “I’m glad you and your knight found one another again. I am so sorry I hurt you.”

You step back towards Amadou. “Just stay there.” You turn your back to him and look up at Amadou. “You remember better than I do, what should we do about this.”

“I’m not sure,” he whispers. “He seems genuine. Besides, what would he have to gain by bringing together all the people who hate him most?”

You look back at Arthur as he stands in wait. He has his head bowed, raising it slightly as you look at him. Just then, the clouds part, shining the light of the full moon down upon the rooftop. As it glows, there is a crackle and a snap. In the corner, the Gargoyle Amadou had been sitting next to was shifting and moving. The cracks in the stone glowed as his body raised and wings extended outward.

“Looks like someone is waking up,” Arthur marvels.

Amadou rushes forward as the Gargoyle steps down from their perch. “My neck is aching something foul. Is that you, brother, that I see? Or have I woken to a dream again?”

With a loud laugh, Amadou embraced the newly awakened Gargoyle. The two of them hugged and laughed, greeting one another warmly. 

“How long has it been?” The new Gargoyle asks. “Where are we now?”

“Somewhere very far away, both time and distance.” Amadou claps his hands onto the gargoyles shoulders soundly. “But we are together, my brother!”

The new Gargoyle is tall and lean with very long arms and legs. His face is more angular than Amadou’s, with teeth the jut out from his bottom lip. His skin is dark red with shifts of blue to it. As he looks towards me his eyes light up.

“Princess! You’re here!” He rushes to you and quickly stops when he sees Arthur standing behind me. His body tenses and his wings snap out as he hisses.

“Down, Lothaire,” Amadou coaxes. He stands with Lothaire, and looks to Arthur. “He has brought us together for pennace of his actions.”

“Forgive me for not trusting the mad men who cursed us,” Lothaire snarls. 

“No need to apologize.” Arthur bows his head. “I would be shocked if you didn’t react negatively.”

Lothaire sneers then turns back to you. “Princess,” he says softly. “It is so good to see you. Do you remember me?”

“Not yet,” you answer honestly. “But I am sure I will eventually.”

Lothaire breaks into a wide grin and he pulls you into a hug. “You do not know how much good it does this soul to see you again.” He extends his arm and captures Amadou, pulling him into the hug as well. “The both of you! These eons trapped in stone, I cannot tell you how empty it all was. Being both aware but not awake at the same time. It is good, no, a miracle, to be with family again.”

“I offer you all my home,” Arthur replies. “You may all stay there and be the family you were before. As more of you wake up from this curse, you will all be together.” He then motions to me. “And I am aware of the trouble you are in. I too have bad blood with Solomon Savage. So stay with me and you will be protected from him.”

You narrow my eyes at him. “You and Solomon?”

He shrugs. “We had a thing some time ago,” he scoffs. “It’s too much to get into now, but let’s just say he took a few things from me I would like to have back.”

“I would rather take my chances with wild dogs that with you,” Lothaire snarls.

Amadou grabs his shoulder. “He brought us all back together, the least we can do is humor is offer for now. But if I sense any danger, and I mean any, we will find our own home without his help.”

Arthur nods. “Understood.”

Arthur takes the three of you to his home, which is a massive brick mansion near the edge of the city. It is surrounded by iron gates and high trees. Inside is filled with antique and ancient furniture he has collected over his many centuries of being alive.

“Make yourselves at home,” Arthur offers. “There are at least a dozen rooms here you can your own. I just ask you leave the basement to me.”

“All this wonderful space and you choose the basement?” You ask with a slight scowl.

He smiles. “I like it, and I do all my work down there.”

Hugo sniffs the air. “Is the food safe here?”

“Kitchen is down that hallway and to the right. It is stocked with anything you could ever desire and more, so help yourself to everything.” Arthur takes off his coat and you see his arms are covered in a multitude of dark scars. 

“Oh, these?” he laughs when he catches me staring. “Being alive for longer than one should will do things to a person.”

“Get into a lot of trouble, did you?” You ask.

“More than you’ll ever know.” His eyes flick up to Amado who is watching the both of you. “I’ll leave you three alone then. Should you need anything of me, just snap your fingers.” He walks away, vanishing down a dark corridor.

Amadou approaches, putting his hand on your back. “What are you thinking, my princess?”

“I’m not sure yet, but I think we are safer here than out in the world.” I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Like you said, we’ll stay here until the first sign of trouble.”

“What will you do come dawn?” He growls.

“I’ll keep my guard up, don’t worry.” He go down the hallway after Lothaire who is already searching all over the kitchen with boxes and bags of snack foods under his arms. “Besides, we need to stick around for the others.”

Amadou kisses the top of my head. “Perhaps the enemy of our enemy is the best place to be anyways.”

“At least there won’t be leaks in the roof here anyways,” I grumble.

Lothaire approaches, holding out the bags of snacks. “Have you seen such things!” He exclaims excitedly. “I think I am going to like it in this new world!”