After your gorgoyle lover turns to stone and you're not in ''that'' predic(k)ament (reference to part 1). You go about your routine of showering, cleaning, and eating, eagerly waiting for his awakening.
But sometimes you're a bit impatient. Later in the evening, you're staring into his now stone eyes, and you let your gaze travel down, his stone appendage still rock-hard (literally) and visible. Your fingers traced the rigid, cold form, following the subtle undulations of what, in life, would be flesh. It was a masterpiece of petrification. The head, a robust, unyielding cylinder, was perfectly smooth at the tip. You leaned in, your breath fogging slightly on the ancient stone. The initial touch of your tongue was a shock, a gritty, unyielding cold that made you shiver.
Your tongue travels all over his cock, slightly sucking on the tip. It was cold and stiff, but quite enjoyable to suck on.
Suddenly, a deep tremor vibrated through the stone, making you jump slightly. You failed to realise that the sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery streaks. A soft groan, like tremors within the earth, emanated from the gargoyle. Its stony eyes flickered, a deep, molten gold replacing the vacant grey.
"Well, well," his voice rumbled, looking down at you, His cock now very much alive, pulsing in your mouth, "someone was impatient. Don't worry, little morsel, now that I move freely, you shall get what you desire."
And with that, his large hands grip the back of your head, pushing you closer to the base of his cock, his actions causing you to choke slightly.
''but first,'' He groans , grinding his hips against your face, ''you have to finish what you have started.''
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Part 1, well, not really just another story of the gargoyle short that you guys loved so much!
