Author's note: I know many of you have figured this story had dropped off the face of the earth. And for a long time, it had. I have been thinking about finishing this for a while now and in fact wanted to work on another storyline all together. But I could not leave poor Kelly trapped under her frozen lover for all eternity. So, I must finish this first before I start on my new tale that has been buzzing in my mind this past week. There will be one more chapter to Wings of a Lover before I retire this story and bring everyone some closure. Enjoy!
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Dark hair streamed down the slender and fit shoulder of the naked woman. She lifted herself up and down gracefully and with fluid movements. Goliath looked down to watch his thickness disappear and reappear in the folds between Elisa's legs, and he groaned in pleasure. Cupping her firm bottom in his large, clawed hands, Goliath lifted Elisa's slight form up and down at a faster pace. She arched her back and let out a loud gasp of pleasure, and her lover let out a deep rumbling growl as he felt her juices gush from her and waterfall down his throbbing shaft.
"Goliath!" Elisa let out a raspy plea as she edged closer to her orgasm. Goliath shifted his weight to thrust his hips upward, giving Elisa a firmer saddle to crash down into. She quickened her pace, her body trembling. Goliath felt her muscles constricting around his cock and edged further into oblivion with her.
She locked her dark, brown eyes onto Goliath's that were glowing slightly with pleasure. She said his name several desperate times as she reached the end of her climax and soared. Feeling the same end, Goliath let out a roar that echoed through the clocktower, streaming his seed hard and hot into the depths of his small human lover.
Elisa crumpled onto his broad chest. He remained inside, filling her up and stretching her open. He felt her hips shift forward to allow his softening cock to slip from her. Warm wetness came flooding out with him, along with the pungent smell of their sex.
It still amazed him how the girth of him could fit into the smallness that was Elisa. He had to restrain himself from giving her the full strength of his lovemaking. It took some practice and patience, but he was finally learning how to properly love his human woman.
Thinking about sex with humans made him ponder about Brooklyn. The younger man had been dreary eyed and upbeat the last few nights. Goliath had attempted to corner his clansman into telling him what the change in mood was about. Brooklyn gave not a hint of information to his whereabouts. Hudson had informed him that Brooklyn had rescued a woman a few nights ago and had brought the unconscious lady back to their clocktower.
"I know young love when I see it, lad," Hudson had said to Goliath. "There was definitely a spark in Brooklyn's eye for this lassie."
Could it be that Brooklyn was leaving at moonrise every night to be with this Kelly woman?
"Do you think Brooklyn is with that woman?" asked Elisa, who was still curled small and warm on his massive chest.
Goliath smiled and cupped her chin in his hand so that she would look up at him. He kissed her soft lips, tasting her briefly with his tongue.
"How do you always know what I'm thinking?" he breathed.
"Mmm, maybe it's you who knows what I'm thinking?" she teased.
Elisa rolled off from Goliath and sat at the edge of the bed. She searched through the clothing that was tossed about the room before selecting her t-shirt. Goliath watched as she stood to dress, appreciating her silhouetted shape of her breasts and hips as she moved around the dark room. She saw that he was watching her, not bothering to cover his naked mass that lay comfortably spread out on the bed. Laughing, she threw his clothes at him and told him to dress before the others returned from their patrol of the city.
"And what if they did? I have no shame in them knowing that I took my woman this night," he said smugly.
"Ha!" she exclaimed, tugging her pants up onto her hips and buttoning them. "I have no interest in the voyeuristic curiosities of the others. Have any of them ever even been with a woman?"
"Hudson was quite the stud in his day."
Elisa made a face and Goliath laughed but obeyed and got himself dressed. His thoughts kept circling back to Brooklyn. He had not returned last night before sunrise, and that was always concerning. The city was still a dangerous place for a gargoyle during daytime hours.
"I'm home!" echoed Hudson's deep voice from the clocktower's ledge.
Bronx, the clan's gargoyle K-9, came rushing into the clocktower, his clawed feet clicking on the stone floor. He gave Goliath and Elisa an excited hello. Elisa laughed and scratched the strange dog between the ears.
Hudson looked around the clocktower.
"Brooklyn has not come home yet, has he?" he asked Goliath.
Goliath frowned deeply. "No. I was hoping you or the others would have seen him during your patrols this evening."
"This is not like our young lad to be missing from home at daybreak and still no sign from him this late into the night," said Hudson.
"I am getting worried. Even if he is with this Kelly woman you told me about, he would have been back by now."
The remaining members of Goliath's clan, Lexington, Broadway and Goliath's daughter Angela, landed with the sound of wingbeats at the clocktower's balcony. Broadway scanned the area and when he did not see the face of his missing rookery brother, shot Lexington a worried look.
"You have not seen Brooklyn during your patrols?" asked Goliath.
"No. We were hoping he had made his way home by now," said Broadway.
Elisa's cellphone chimed at that moment, disrupting the uneasy atmosphere that was settling over the clan.
"It's Jason," said Elisa as he looked down at her ringing phone.
