The Point of No Return

by Devyn Sinclair

We are gargoyles though.” I stared at him. “Gargoyles.” “Yes,” Marius said. “Like the statue that just cracked? And almost killed me?” “Yes.” “Like the children’s TV show?” There was silence at that. “There’s a television show about Gargoyles?”

“Yes. You smell delicious, and I’m not sure you understand the amount of control it took for me to step away instead of stripping you and showing you what the French kiss was actually made for.”

“We match you,” he said. “There is nothing that you can tell us that will shock us or make us think less of you. It doesn’t matter how dark or how dirty you think it is. You are ours. Your deepest, blackest desires were made to mirror us. You want to run? We want to chase you. You want to let us tie you down and fuck you with our tongues and tails until you forget the power of speech? It would be my pleasure.”

“I give you permission,” I whispered. “To fuck me like you don’t have permission.”

“I told you to be quiet. The only thing your mouth is good for is choking on my cock when I give you the privilege.”

“Whatever decided what magic gargoyles got really fucked you over when it chose for you to have to lick yourselves to heal.”