She confirmed this with a poke on its shoulder, which likewise drew no response. Okxxx There were enough collapsed sections of the walls that she could have created any number of entrances. There was nothing but her, the gargoyle, and stone: the stone underneath her, and the gargoyle’s stone grip. Although she still couldn’t vocalize, the gargoyle somehow coaxed small sounds from her anyway as each repeated impact against her forced her diaphragm upwards and expelled a small amount of her breath. Or get fucked by her, for that matter. At long last, she slid a finger into herself and curled it forward immediately. The sensation was electric and intensely addictive, and she stifled a moan as she shuddered and her knees buckled.
