#eliath

“Ah, I see,” he smiled at her and brushed his hand through her hair.

“What about you, do you like how you look?” She gently guided him inside her flat. 

“Well, I’m… unsure of it myself.” He followed her. “We are no strangers to clothing, we had adapted it as our encounters with humans became more frequent. I don’t mind it myself but this- is indeed more than I’m used to.”

“It sure is,” Elisa chuckled. She looked over her shoulder and gasped. “Oh no, it’s raining. I hoped we could eat outside.”

They seemed to have narrowly avoided a downpour. Goliath smiled enjoying the mix of the rainfall and the music selection Elisa had. 

“Rain is a blessing, it’s been very dry recently,” he said and kissed the top of her head.

“You’re right,” she begrudgingly agreed. “Still…”

He chuckled and placed a hand on her back. “It’s your company that I have been looking forward to the most.”

Elisa arched an eyebrow and smirked. “Just my company?” There was mischief and temptation in the gleam of her eyes that certainly made him feel hot under the collar.

Goliath cleared his throat. “I- Ah! It certainly smells delicious in here, have you been cooking?” he ventured into the kitchen, leaving her behind.

She giggled. “Sure, it’s my cooking you want to talk about, huh?” She said to herself.

“Hello Cagney,” he greeted the small feline that jumped at the kitchen counter and meowed at Goliath. The large gargoyle smiled and gently scratched Cagney’s back earning himself a purr. 

“You two getting along?” Elisa walked past them sliding her fingertips between Goliath’s shoulder blades.

“Indeed.” There was a twitch to his ears and his tail briefly slipped around her leg. “Can I assist you?”

“You can grab the plates from the cupboard up there,” she plated up the steak she'd prepared for their date, mash and a salad. 

They set the table together and enjoyed the meal, talking a little about their day, Goliath listening intently to her with a light smile. The tip of his tail was stroking her ankle and her hand somehow always found an excuse to brush over his. Finally, they fell into a comfortable silence. The rain was drumming gently outside. The instrumental jazz continued playing. Goliath sighed enjoying the wine Elisa prepared and looked at her lovingly.

He set the glass down and stood up. “I believe dancing is also a part of this dating ritual?” He smiled and offered her his hand.

Elisa accepted his offer. “It can be.” She stood up and slipped her hand in his, the other rested on his shoulder.

Goliath gingerly placed his large palm over her waist marvelling at how fragile she felt in his hands. It contrasted so sharply with her strength of character. Physical strength too. He recalled all the battles they fought side by side. Her clever mind, a strong sense of justice, kindness. If he put his mind to it he certainly could write a poem about her. 

They swayed together to the music. How lucky was he to have found her? A miracle in tragedy.

“What are you thinking?” She whispered, gazing into his eyes. 

“Magic,” he replied.

“What kind of magic?” She inquired further.

“Of life,” he said. “And love. And you.”

“Me?” She chuckled. “Since when I’m magic?”

“Since the day I met you,” he brought her fingers to his lips. “You bewitched me, even if I did not know until much later.”

“You and me both, though I think I knew it faster,” she traced her fingers over his chin and lips. 

He smirked. “Is that so?” His voice dropped into a purr. It sent a shiver straight through her.

“Positive,” she nodded, humour twinkled in her eyes.

He hummed and leaned down. Their lips met in a, at first gentle, kiss. Their eyes gazed into each other's, and a spark jumped between them. Suddenly Elisa’s feet left the floor and her back met with the wall. Their tongues wrapped around each other, hot breaths mixing. Her mouth left him briefly and found his neck. He growled, talons digging into the red brick as she sucked on the skin over his pulse.

“Elisa, I-” he swallowed hard, trying to catch himself before he’d succumb too far.

“Shhh…” she stroked his lips. “No talking. This is the best part.” She kissed him sweetly and then nibbled at his earlobe. “You know where the bedroom is.” She whispered and it was as if he was truly bewitched.

His tail swished rapidly behind him. He did know. He carried her there. The sound of the rain and the jazz, muffled by the door, accompanied them as they removed their clothes. Quickly, in haste, growling and cursing - no doubt - he ripped the t-shirt, he wasn’t sure about the trousers. She gasped, bit her lip and whined happily as his mouth found her breast. Her hands sunk into his hair, the silk of it flowing almost like water through her fingers.

“Oh, Goliath, this is so good~” She sighed, not even for a second doubting that his talons which could rip through concrete wouldn’t bring her harm. Quite the opposite - the way his knuckles stroked between her legs was more than fine at the moment.

“Elisa,” he growled her name in a way that squeezed her insides and pooled heat in her belly. It was a question and desire rolled into one.

“Yes.” She breathed out.

The bed creaked in loud protest as he climbed the mattress. Her legs lay apart, waiting for him. He knew she needed a bit more to be ready for him. His mouth found her centre and she hissed, gripping on his hair.

“Goliath,” she whined. Was it experience or was it one of the books he was reading so much, she couldn’t find a word of complaint as he spread her folds wide open and his tongue licked over her. He knew her reactions well, knew what he was looking for. There was purpose in his actions, every lick, each gentle suck over her clit, it brought her closer and closer to the brink until she arched her back and soaked his face in her juices. 

Pleased with himself, Goliath climbed higher. He fully intended to take his time getting her more ready but Elisa had her own plans. This wasn’t their first time or even second. She knew his girth well and she didn’t want to wait. 

When he kissed her, she swiftly turned them around and pinned his hands down. She could feel his tail rubbing over her sex and she let him pump it a couple of times, really enjoying herself, but that wasn’t the plan. 

“Keep your hands here,” she ordered and smirked, rendering him a bit speechless.

She sat up, sliding down to his waist. Her ass stopped as she felt his cock against her ass. Her pussy throbbed at the very thought of having him inside her. Her hands reached below and guided him into her. She gasped and moaned as the air escaped her lungs.

“Oh God,” she whined. It took her a moment to open up her eyes and see his own hands digging into the wall above her bed, head tossed back and teeth gritted. 

She paused, giving them a moment to breathe and adjust. She wasn’t a tiny woman but even then she could feel the gentle bulge his cock created inside her. Tentatively, she moved. The first bounce, then another. She was so stretched it made her shiver. His hands finally dislodged from the wall and took hold of her stiff nipples.

She mewled and gasped his name as she rolled her hips on him. He growled, barely stopping himself from grabbing her hips and pounding her into oblivion. She was so tight, he doubted he’d ever get over it. It was always a struggle not to finish too soon. 

Elisa’s body stretched and writhed above him. The moonlight illuminating her skin and breast and he could just drown in how erotic she looked. The hunger she caused in him could never be satisfied. 

“E-Elisa,” he gasped and groaned. “I’m… so- so close…” he whined.

“Just a little longer,” she panted, reaching down to her clit, helping herself out. The orgasm shook her with overwhelming force. She cried out barely registering how he spilt inside her, his claws ripping her sheets. 

She collapsed forward onto his chest and nuzzled him. “Off to a great start?” She mumbled.

“Most certainly,” he said with his breath shaky. They kissed, in the pure bliss of each other’s presence.

Goliath laid on his side, his fingers stroking through her hair and down her shoulder. He ghosted over her back and squeezed her thigh. Elisa pulled back briefly, letting him slip out and turned her back to him. 

He kissed her shoulder as he lifted her leg higher up. His tail snaked its way over her hip and the tip pressed onto her clit. When his dick pushed into her the second time she greeted the feeling with relief. Her missing piece. She craned her neck and they kissed. His hands stroked her chest, cupping her breast tenderly. They started to move together. Each roll of their hips, each stroke of his cock inside her was electrifying. The second round was always the best. Where they could be still drunk with the high of the first one but getting into an intimate rhythm of just being. 

The bed creaked and protested. Goliath’s hand on her thigh, keeping her wide open, squeezed her flesh. She bit her lips feeling the sting of his claws. Her fingers dug into his arm. From her eyes, he could read how much she craved his kiss. Leaning down, he broke the rhythm briefly so he could satisfy his thirst for her.

“You are truly incredible,” he whispered. “Ravishing.”

She reached to his face, fingers brushing over his chin. There was a smile on her face as she moaned. That tricky tail of his hasn’t been idle either. It squeezed and teased. She had no other choice but to give in.. Her second orgasm wasn’t explosive as the first; it came like a wave, washing through her and sweeping the air out of her lungs for only the briefest of moments.

Then after the second came the third and fourth. They stayed together until the last second before he’d turn to stone. He left her bed, reluctant, wrapping the sheets around his waist since they couldn’t be bothered finding where his slacks went.