Plushy Princess Playground

You realize there's creepy figures across the street, and one of them seems to be looking at your bedroom. He's a creature to be admired, big and tall even from afar. His wings so big they cover half the building, his torso naked and his horns pointy. He has something about him that draws you to him, that makes you have thoughts... Naughty thoughts.

The idea of the gargoyle being alive turns you on. You always had a bit of an exhibitionist side, and thinking that gargoyle is looking at you as you change... That makes you wet. Thinking he could see you touching yourself makes you so horny you have to rub one off. So you do all that. You change clothes and do little jumps to make your tits jiggle, you do little naked dances in front of the window, you touch yourself looking right at him. You try to get a reaction and you chastise yourself for such silly thoughts. He's a statue. Just that.

You think you see him move. He looks back at you. But that can't be, that's not possible. He's a statue... Just a statue. But his eyes are looking right at you, right at your fingers still buried inside your pussy. You stare back, but laugh it off. You ignore it, might be a trick of light or something. The gargoyle didn't move. He's just a statue. A statue which you thought about while jerking off, but that's your problem.

Until your dry spell is not your only problem. You wake up in the middle of the night with a big gargoyle right outside your window, intensely looking at you as he knocks on the glass. He grins at you, his fangs bright under the moonlight, his wings moving behind him. He looks like a destroyer of words and it ignites a fire inside of you...

You approach the window, opening it slowly.

It's not fair but you're her knight. Your duty is to protect her from harm, the princess should never be at the other end of your sword. It doesn't matter which sword. She does look pretty while sleeping, doesn't she? Lips lightly parted, chest rising and falling; you can even see her nipples poking through her nightgown. Is she teasing you? Certainly not, how would she know her obsessive dog would be watching her sleep?