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You smile, carefully placing your hand on his forearm. His whole body tenses and you pull away instantly. You don’t want to make him more uncomfortable. “Oh, okay. That’s fine. I can do that. Follow me to the back. I have all the things I need there.” You get walking and he follows dutifully. He stands there awkwardly as you get everything ready. “Okay, all set. Let me fix you right up.”

“But I…” He tries and ends up covering his mouth as if he can’t say whatever is on his mind.

“You kinda need to show it to me if you want it fixed,” you try. Coaching a gargoyle to tell you where his crack wasn’t in your plans for the day, but having a witch apothecary comes with weird timing.

He sighs and whispers: “It’s embarrassing.”

You try not to smile too big, his act too fucking cute for a creature so big and so hot. “Why?”

“It’s- Itsmydick.” He says it so fast you don’t catch what he says.

“What was that?” You ask, already figuring it out but just trying to get a clearer picture of it all. Also, because you think it’ll be funny, being a witch in a little town is boring sometimes.

“The crack is on my dick,” he enunciates very carefully. You are sure that if gargoyles could blush he’d be as red as a tomato, which only wants you to want him… carnally.

“That’s okay. It happens. Not the most common but I can happen,” you try to reassure him after a second, trying to act calm and collected and not like you want to salivate just thinking about touching his dick. “Okay, show it to me, then.”

He lowers his pants, his wings fluttering behind him with nerves, and it takes you a second to see the little crack on the side of his (very big) dick. You swallow around the knot in your throat, pressing your thighs together to try alleviate some of the tingly feelings down there.

“It’s not big but I-” It takes you a second to recognize he’s not talking about the size of his dick. You almost giggle, but you stop before it comes out.

“No worries. Better get it fixed soon, yes.” You get some of the potions and the little cream that would help the re-rockification of the crack. “Okay, I’m going to tell you this and you are going to feel very embarrassed, but it’s needed: you need to be hard.”

His voice is like a squeal: “What?”

“You need to be hard for me to apply the products, so either you do it…” You know is very unprofessional, but you have to take your shot when you can: “or I help.”

“Help?!” His voice raises at least three octaves.

You try to act nonchalant when you answer, as if you offered to jerk off all your clients. “Yes. I help you get hard so I can fix it.”

“O- o- okay,” he stutters, his dick already a bit hard just talking about it. Heat blooms in your lower abdomen, at least you know he’s also a tiny bit excited about this.

You get some of the cream on your hands, and rub them together to warm it up. The first touch of your hands on his dick is monumental. His dick is so big you can barely surround him with your hand, and with a couple of jerks, he’s already hard and leaking. You lick your lips, forcing yourself not to lean in and lick the drop at the tip.

“I’m so sorry,” he says when the leaking becomes a bit messy, a little patch forming on your leg while you apply everything to fix the crack.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s natural after all,” you reassure him. You want him so bad… He groans when your hand caresses his balls lightly, and you have to bite your lip not to smirk. “Okay, big guy, that’s it. You need to keep the area clean, and you shouldn’t practice any kind of sexual activity in the next seven days or so, I put a little spell on you to not let you finish. Less temptation that way. Come back for a check-up when you can.”

“Thank you,” he mumbles pulling his pants over his still very hard erection.

He almost runs out of there, leaving your smiling self behind, thinking about all the ways he could have fucked you with that monster gray dick. What an adorable and hot as hell gargoyle.

It takes him exactly seven days to reappear at the shop. “Welcome back! How’s your dick?” A naga turns around, scandalized, and slithers away with a huff. Pearl-clutching creatures…

He looks more fidgety than before, if that’s even possible. “It’s- It’s fine. I’m back for the check-up?”

“Sure. Come back so we have a bit more privacy,” you tell him. Your body is trembling in anticipation, you can almost taste the sexual tension sizzling between you two.

You sit on the little stool and he stands between your legs. He lowers his pants a lot faster this time, his dick fully erect in front of you. You lick your lips without realizing, a thousand thoughts of leaning forward and licking it cross your mind. That would be unprofessional. This is a check-up. But you are losing patience. You want to be debouched by this gargoyle.

You inspect his dick, happy that the crack is no longer noticeable. “O-kay! It looks good. I can take the spell off now.” You move your hands over his dick and clap when you are done.

You can’t even blink before he’s hoisted you on top of the closest table, settling himself between your legs, long skirt bunched at your waist, panties exposed.

“Yes?” Is the only thing he asks.

You don’t even have to think about it. “Fuck yes.”

He rips off your underwear, his claws trembling lightly when he probes your opening. You are more than ready to take him, but you can guess where his hesitation comes from. He’s huge compared to your human size. And his dick is… well, monstrous. But you dig it. You want it.

“It will fit,” you reassure him.

You grab his horns and pull him down, kissing him until he’s rutting his hard dick against your wet pussy. You push him away just enough for him to see you moving your fingers until some little sparkles appear and you can feel the heat traveling up your pussy. Magical lube is the best trick up your sleeve.

“Go, go. I’m ready,” you tell him, pulling him down to devour his mouth again.

He makes a confused sound, but your heels are on his lower back and you are pulling him forward until you feel the tip of his dick pressing against your opening. He goes in with an ease he’s probably not used to, because his moans turn sinful while his dick hits as deep as possible inside of you. You can’t take all of him, but it’s a good portion, and it fills you to the absolute brim.

He starts slow, but you pinch his side with enough force to make him flinch, bulking into you and making you moan. He doesn’t hesitate anymore, pounding into you like a madman while you chant ah ah ah with each thrust. Your whole brain is under a fog while he leaves you breathless.

By the time his movements become erratic, you aren’t sure how much more you can hold it, you reach down and start rubbing your clit with intent, head thrown back and whole body tense. With one last thrust, he hits your G-spot and the orgasm explodes inside of you. You see fireworks around your body, your magic going haywire while he thrust half a dozen more times and you feel him spilling inside of you. It’s as hot as lava, and sends you higher into the spiral of pleasure.

He’s breathing hard against your neck when he mumbles: “I’ve never been so happy to hit my dick with a flying rock.”