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Author: Spacebabie

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Honey Moon

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Eleanor's body was still damp when she walked into the large kitchen. One thick navy blue towel was wrapped around her head. Another draped across her shoulders, covering her wings. Her pink and purple polkadot bikini clung to her skin.

The pool and spa was fun. She and Brentwood were not sure if they could swim at first, but after floating on their backs with their wings spread and paddling around with their tails, they soon got the hang of it. They spent more time in the spa though. When Fox had brought over their stone forms in her helicopter she brought over a few treats for them. One such treat was a bottle of champagne. The two married gargoyles clinked their glasses in a toast to their new life together before taking a sip. The tickled each other with their tails and Eleanor turned her naughty thoughts into words that were breathed to her husband. They had drained the entire bottle.

Fox had brought more treats into the kitchen and left them on the counter. They were all sealed in flat white cardboard boxes. They were something to eat and from the delectable scent that Eleanor picked up they were something sweet.

She carefully lifted the lid from the first box, making sure she did not cut or tore it open with her talons. Inside was a large mahogany brown glossy rectangle. It smelled like chocolate and the brand of syrup the Labyrinth clan used on their pancakes. She removed the pink tissue paper that clung to the lid. The writing on the paper was fancy. Almost too fancy to read. She did make out Fudge. The other word was a bit difficult although she was sure she saw an M and a P.

"Fudge?" Eleanor blinked. The fudge she had before was much darker than the stuff in the box. She decided to give it a try and opened one the drawers. With the knife that she pulled out she cut a long row. The fudge was not like butter, but it was easier to cut than her wedding cake. She cut the row into four individual pieces and took one.

"Hmmm," the fudge was the best kind of fudge she had by far. It was mostly chocolate with a hint of maple syrup. Her eyes reopened before she glanced at the piece of paper again. "Oh I see its maple fudge." She took another bite before shouting out to her husband. "Brentwood Mrs. Xanatos left us a bunch of goodies. You have got to try this fudge!"

The home made candy made her mouth water. She knew she wouldn’t be able to finish her fudge and sample from the other boxes without needing something to drink. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out two pint sized T.G. Lee Chug a Lugs.

"Fudge?" Brentwood entered the kitchen with his towel wrapped over him like a vampire cape.

"Here you go," Eleanor handed him another piece before she opened up one of the small red plastic milk containers.

The blue clone sniffed the piece of candy before he took a bite. "Hmmm, this is good."

"It’s called maple fudge," she handed him the other milk container. "and it does taste like somebody cooked maple syrup into it." She took a long gulp before she opened the second box.

On the first notice it looked like a regular box of candy, but there was not hint of chocolate in it’s sweet fragrance, just fruits. Fruits and nuts. Each piece was in the shape of little rectangles and were in the crinkle paper cups that kept chocolates separated in candy boxes.

There was an actual card attached to the lid. Not tissue paper written in calligraphy, but a card that had a picture of the same kind of candy and words written in standard type.

"Jellied orchard fruits," Eleanor read. She put the card down and picked up one of the pieces of candy. She had only sunken in her teeth when the flavor of berries danced on her taste buds.

"Are they good?" Brentwood asked.

"Fruit candy. Mine taste like black berries."

Her husband took a bite out of another one. "Mine taste like apple."

"Different flavors." Eleanor tried another. "This one taste like apricots."

"And this one tastes like oranges, but not quite oranges."

"Citrus?"

"Yeah."

Eleanor close the lid before she wiped her powder sugar stained talons on a napkin. "Okay let’s see what is under box lid number three." The rich aroma of chocolate hit their noses the second the lid was lifted. There was no mistaking the cake like substance that was in the third box.

"Brownies," Brentwood said.

Eleanor took the knife and tried to cut as smoothly as before. The brownies were thicker though, but she managed to cut through as neat and tidy as she did with the fudge. She handed her husband a piece before she took a bite out of hers. It was baked well with a slightly moist center and filled with bits of walnuts. The hybrid washed down her brownie with the rest of her milk.

"These are good," Brentwood took his empty bottle and threw it in the trash. "But I’m full."

"Yeah we should put them in the fridge." She stacked up the boxes and placed them in the tall white appliance. She only noticed her husband’s mustache after she had turned around andstared at him. He looked exactly like a copy of one the popular milk adds.

"Uh Brentwood," Eleanor smiled. "Come here." She pulled the web wing closer.

"What is it?" He looked up at her with his wide red eyes.

"Got milk," she wiped the area between his nose and mouth with her thumb. She lifted her hand to her mouth and sucked on her talons. The end of tail wiggled gently before she bent down and kissed her husband, her tongue removed the rest of the milk.

Brentwood’s breath had become labored. He couldn’t move. He didn’t want to move. He felt his wife’s mouth in motion over his lips. She had stopped cleaning him and moved to a full on lip lock. He slowly closed his lids when he felt her tongue penetrate his mouth. He pulled her closer. Her slightly small breasts came in contact with his chest. Though the material he could feel their softness. He could also feel something harden. This feeling coupled with the way her talons stroked against his back caused a stirring beneath his loincloth.

Eleanor’s eyes widened before she pulled away. "Can’t do this," she gasped. "I know we are married now, so we can and we should but we can’t."

"Why?" Brentwood’s brow ridges arched up questionably.

"Because I’m afraid. I’m afraid that I might fall of the ladder and become that sex crazed creature."

"But even back then you honored marriage." He took her hand into his. His hematite ring clicked against her brass.

"I know, but I might just want to have sex with you all the time, and when I’m not with you I might just start touching my self all the time."

"Those are a lot of mights."

"You are right, but it could happen."

"We won’t let it happen," Brentwood reached up to cradle her face. He pulled her down gently so that their lips could meet again. He kept his mouth on her lips for a few minutes, resisting the temptation to pull her head even closer and hold it in place. He wanted to feel her tongue inside his mouth again. Have it sweep around the insides, brush against his teeth and rub against his own. After a few seconds he couldn’t wait and decided to invade her mouth instead.

Eleanor emitted a soft moan from the back of her throat. Oh god how she wanted this and so badly. She wanted to feel her husband inside her, but she didn’t want to rush to fast. She pulled his body closer to herself and made her tail go through between her legs. The supple tip swung up and brushed against his loin cloth. She nearly purred when she heard a moan come from him. She did purr when she felt the soft finger pads of his talons brush against her sensitive spot between her wings. Her feet slowly slid apart while his digits came closer to the tied straps of her bikini.

"Take it off," she breathed. Her erect nipples demanded to be free from their bathing suit confinement. A warm ache tingled between her legs as she felt the ties being undone. She pulled back when all she felt were the loose strings tied to her back and allowed the bikini top to slide to the floor. "This way my love," she grasped his hand and lead him to the largest bedroom.

Brentwood wanted to touch his wife’s breasts but he had to wait. Eleanor lead him to the door of the largest bedroom. It did make sense to him. He didn’t want to mate with her in the kitchen. Once the door was open her reached up to her and grabbed her hand. The color of string beans with soft a palm and hard sharp talons. Eleanor’s hand had the female gargoyle’s scent mixed with the sugary traces of the treats they had just eaten. He rubbed the top of her hand before he brought one of her talons to his mouth. It slid slowly in and tasted like powdered sugar, maple syrup, chocolate and the sweet tender flesh of the woman that he married. He closed his eyes halfway as he sucked on her index talon.

"Oh am I finger licking good now," Eleanor’s husky voice dipped a few decibels while she arched a brow ridge seductively. She heard Brentwood murmur before she pulled back her index and pushed out her middle talon. The blue clone eagerly took it into his mouth. The feeling of his warm moist mouth on her fingers made the heat that had sparked between her thighs increase. She ached with need and the need grew when Brentwood’s mouth drifted from her hand to her wrist. His tongue slid up her arm

"Oh god," Eleanor squeaked. She pulled her husband into the room and pulled him closer to her. His smooth round head looked so inviting to her mouth. She lowered her head and kissed him right between the eyes. Her lips travel up and back and around, covering his entire head with gentle pecks. She closed her eyes before she took the point of Brentwood’s ear into her mouth and suckled at it. Her fingers slid down behind his back, brushing against the skin.

With a hungry gleam to her eyes Eleanor pushed Brentwood back before she reached down and undid his belt. She slide the leather through the notches in his wings. After his article of clothing fell to the ground she could see how ready he was. Smiling at him she reached behind her and undid the tie for her bottom. She tossed the material over her shoulders before she crawled into bed.

Brentwood leaped onto the mattress after. The impact of his weight onto the bed caused the cushin to ripple.

"Becareful with your talons my love," Eleanor purred. "This is going to be fun." She sat up on her knees while being cautious with her spurs before she let her legs slip out from beneath her. Her landing created more large waves that sent Brentwood rolling towards her. His hands landed on her thighs "Well now."

"This bed is squishy."

"It’s a water bed. Want to see if I’m squishy?"

"You are not squishy," Blue talons caressed her muscular thighs. Her rubbed his hand against her leg in a circular motion. "You are a solid," his voice became softer as his hand slid to where her thigh met her hip. "You are muscular, and-" his finger drifted to her moist lower lips. "You are soft."

Eleanor rolled her head back and let out a deep sigh. Her legs spread while she tightened with lust. Brentwod slid in a finger moved it in a full circular motion. Eleanor opened her eyes. He was more than ready. Fully enlarged his rig started to lift up slowly and bob. Eleanor extended the tip of her tail towards the curved spade shape shaped head. She had barely managed to brush her tail against it before she felt his warm precum shoot and coat it in his sticky clear nectar.

"Oh Eleanor," Brentwood moaned before he removed his talons and climbed atop her warm body. "You are so beautiful." He cupped her breasts with his hands and squeezed slightly. "So beautiful." His talons relaxed before he rubbed his hands on them.

"Handsome creature," She whispered while he gently kneaded her breasts. The uncomfortable need had turned into a burning ache. She wanted it, craved it and needed. Falling of the ladder be damned she wanted to make love to the gargoyle that she loved. Her moans turned into a low growls. The cover sheet beneath and between her legs became damp.

He removed his attention from rubbing and squeezing her nipples to stare at her. Her moans were almost like cries and he couldn’t let her suffer. His ruby red orbs locked into her eyes. A soft red glow with a hint of purple shined in her eyes. The world became slightly tinted with red for him for a second. He nearly sat back to allow her to spread her legs. He felt the flesh of his lower halves of his wings stretched and tighten from when his wife grabbed his waist by her thighs.

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The bathroom even had a blow-dryer. Elisa felt as if nothing about the floating hotel that Renard had set up for her and Goliath should surprise her, but each new little discovery made her wonder how the old man had managed to set it up.

Their section of the fortress that was devoted to them took up most of the ship. There was a small area near the front where Renard and Preston piloted the ship, a few sleeping quarters for them and a kitchen. The small back of the ship contained mostly Cy bots and fuel tanks that the bots would use to refuel the ship.

The part of the ship that she and Goliath were staying in was decorated like an actual hotel suite. The windows were clothed in silk curtains. The floors had oriental rugs. They had a living room, bathroom, dining room and bedroom. Each room had its own charm. The living room had a sofa and couch that had thick round arms and decorated with gold tassel tipped cushions that felt like they were covered with velvet and stuffed with goose down. Silver framed pictures of various sizes clung to the walls.

The legs of the fine oak dining room table ended in clawed feet that clutched onto wooden spheres. The table was topped with a thick tablecloth the color of wine. An expensive looking vase filled with long stemmed roses was in the center of the table. At each chair was a peach colored place mat in the shape of a square, a napkin ring that Elisa swore was made out of actual silver and a linen napkin that was the same color as the placemats threaded through the rings.

The tall backed dining room chairs were padded so thick with soft material that it felt more like a pillow to Elisa when she sat down on it. The tall back made her feel like she was sitting in a throne. The whole dinning room made her feel like royalty. There was an oak storage that contained actual china plates and crystal goblets. She pulled out the drawers and noticed the silverware set in velvet.

There were little accents in the bath room too. The shower caddie had various liquid soaps, shampoos and conditioners. It also had a few bottles of bath oils and bubble bath. A crystal bowl filled with potpourri took up residence on one side of the sink, and a hand held mirror and blow dryer was on the other side.

Elisa was thankful for the blow dryer. A Con Air stainless steel. It was not the most expensive brand of hair dryers but it does get the job done.

She cinched the satin like belt of her sheer bath robe. The translucent like material revealed the detective’s clean and lotioned skin, black bra and panties. She removed the towel from her hair before she plugged in the dryer. Shaking her head she loosened up her semi dry waves and brought the heated air to her blue black mane. She brought a few personal items with her, including her hair brush and while her hair dried she brushed it till it swirled around her head, creating a halo of glossy silk.

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Their bedroom was barely lit when she had entered. Like the rest of their suite the room was lavishly decorated. Their bed was two round mattresses stacked on each other like pancakes. The wooden head board was swathed over with silk curtains that swirled around the poles and hung over the edges. It made her think of the room of a princess from the Arabian nights stories.

Elisa understood why the bed was just two mattresses and no frames or box springs. Goliath’s bulk could break a regular bed. Elisa's bed back at the castle was large and powerful enough to support his weight. Their bed was topped with satin sheets, wool blanket and several pillows and shams.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Goliath. Her husband sat with head against the back board of the bed. Like usual his body wore nothing except for a tan loin cloth that concealed well it kept his male organ when it was docile. When it raged not even a suit of armor could keep it under wraps.

She didn’t know how long he was waiting for her. In his large hands was a copy of The Sun Also Rises. Elisa couldn’t help from flinching at the sight of him reading in the darkness. The lamps were dimmed and the only other light came from a few burning scented candles and the moon through the window. Elisa could hear her mother’ scolding him.

"You are going to go blind from reading in the dark!" Diana Maza had often shouted at their children when they were caught reading with only a small flashlight.

"Am I that boring?" Elisa asked. She placed her hand on the coffee table that was placed before the bead and leaned forward. The top part of her robe opened slightly and slid down her chest.

Goliath’s eyes lifted up from his reading material. At the sight of his wife wearing just that robe and her underwear he would of slowly set the book down, but with the addition of her exposed cleavage he dropped both the book and his jaw.

"Elisa," Goliath felt his mouth go dry at the sight of his love, his mate, and wife standing there, dressed in that outfit and looking at him the way Bronx and Cagney would stare at Broadway cutting up food in the kitchen. His widened eyes were like a lodestone to her magnetic beauty. He could not break away his gaze while he felt around for his book.

"Are my breast’s in the way?" Elisa’s hand slid up over the seam of her robe, stopping at her breasts. She grabbed the fallen material and closed it up.

The spell over Goliath was broken. The lavender gargoyle blinked before he reached down and picked up his discarded book. He flipped through a few of the pages till he found his place. Keeping one talon on the page that he had last read he dragged the book with him till he removed the book mark from the night stand on the left side of the bed.

"I hope you enjoyed your shower," he slipped the book mark in. "You look very clean."

"Clean?" Elisa smirked. "Is that all you can say?" She studied the back of her husband as he shook his head. "Then why won’t you look at me?"

Goliath turned his head and felt the dryness move to his throat. "You look quite fetching," He paused to swallow the lump in his throat while the end of his tail twitched back and forth. He tried not to let his voice or face betray his emotions.

"Hmm fetching?" She enjoyed having Goliath under her spell. Her Aunt Rebecca had given Elisa her robe at her bridal shower. She told her the bathrobe had a magical effect on men. Made of a sheer polycotton blend that felt like silk to her skin. Her hand rubbed the material that hugged the top of her shoulder and fell down over her arms. Her eyes never left Goliath. Her large lavender husband’s chest rose and descended rapidly. Beads of sweat formed on his rock hard pectorals.

She was about to let the bathrobe slide of her like a snake shedding her skin when something caught her eye. It was perched on one of the larger two pillows that were positioned at the head of the bed. The small shiney green form reflected the light from the several candle flames.

"What is that?" Elisa grabbed at the soft translucent material over her chest before she straightened up. The spell that held Goliath in a trance was shattered and the gargoyle turned to see what his wife was pointing at.

"Mints," Goliath picked up the small metallic lump that Elisa had pointed out and another one that was behind him. "Vogel was in here while you were in the shower. He insisted on leaving them on the pillow."

Elisa accepted one into the palm of her hand. It was slightly flat and shaped in a trapezoid prism. The metallic green wrapping had the words Andes printed in silver all over the candy. "We even have mints on the pillows." She tried to keep herself from laughing.

"We could eat these now," Goliath placed his chocolate on the coffee table before he took his talons to Elisa’s soft flowing mane.

"I like that," Elisa’s voice lowered slightly. "Have our mints, brush our teeth and hop into bed."

Her husband smiled at the idea before he approached the cabinet in the back corner of the bedroom. From inside he pulled out a bottle of Merlot and two goblets that were made of the same crystal as the ones in the dining room.

"I thought you didn’t like wine," Elisa said.

"Not entirely true," he placed the bottle and glasses on the coffee table. "I feel that wine should be reserved for more romantic evenings that spirituous holiday gatherings." He sunk his index talon into the cork and crooked his finger. With a twist he removed the rubbery stopper from the bottle and poured the sparkling wine into one of the glasses. "I don’t think there is a more romantic evening than this." He slid the glass close to Elisa before he filled the other glass.

She noticed he still had the cork stuck to his talon. Not waiting a second longer she grasped his wrist and brought his hand to her mouth. Her lips found the organic stopper and pulled it inside her mouth and sucked at the sweet wine. She slid back slowly and bit down and pulled. The cork came off his finger and she spat it into her hand.

"I still have a bit of wine left." He kept his finger suspended in the air. His eyes were locked on Elisa, waiting patiently for her to make the next move. His eyes closed half way when he felt her warm damp mouth take his finger. He felt a hardening between his legs from the soft feeling of her lips and the gently murmurs that echoed in his ears.

Elisa pulled back quickly, yet careful not to cut the inside of her mouth on his sharp talon. She stared at him with slightly lowered eyelids before she picked up one of the chocolate mints and slowly unwrapped the foil.

"You like to tease me," Goliath winked. "Don’t you my love?"

Elisa replied by bringing the chocolate closer to his mouth. When his lips parted she pushed it inside and held the slightly melted candy until he bit down. She pulled away while handing him the other mint. With a simple wink of her eye she sent the message to Goliath. Her mate ripped off the wrapping before he broke the candy in half and placed one piece on her tongue.

Goliath let the chocolate mint melt in his mouth before he bit down. The rich smoothness of the chocolate coated his throat and made his tongue stick to his mouth. He picked up his glass and took a long sip, draining his beverage until the he could no longer feel the chocolate against the roof of his mouth and all he could taste was the sweet fruity flavor of his wine and the cool mint fresh aftertaste.

"Careful not to chug down," she set her glass back down. "If you become inebriated I might take advantage of you."

"Gargoyles can not get drunk on wine alone," he poured a little more mellow into his glass. "Or beer. It is the more harder liquors that cause us to be intoxicated." His brow ridges rose up and down gently. "But if you do wish to take advantage of me."

"When we are done with our main meal," Elisa held up the remaining half of his mint. "We can have our dessert." She took another sip of her wine before she fed him the chocolate.

The last of the wine dribbled into Elisa’s glass. Goliath gently set the bottle down. " I suppose we should make a toast?"

"To us?" Elisa suggested with a hunch of her shoulders.

"To us, and our future." Goliath raised his glass and gently brought it against the glass of Elisa’s. He sipped the sweet liquid slowly, to savor the flavor before he set the glass down.

Elisa rested her elbow against the table. "I always wanted to link arms with the man I love while drinking wine."

Goliath threaded his arm around her and reached of the glass that was furthest away from him. he grasped onto the stem and brought it to his mouth and drank deeply.

"So is that book good?" Elisa asked at she removed the glass from her mouth. "The Sun Also Rises. Is it good?" She asked again when she noticed his quizzical expression.

"A little hard to figure out who is saying what, and there is a lot of alcohol mentioned. You never read it?"

"Never was really interested in Hemmingway."

"It feel strange." Goliath stared down at the large gold ring on his middle talon of his left hand. "This ring."

"I’m not used to mine either, but I like it." Her deep amber eyes lifted up from her diamond and rested on him. "And it’s the only thing I’m going to wear to bed tonight." She drained her glass before she stood up. Her delicate tapered fingers loosened the soft and shiny belt of her robe before she let it slide off her body in a steady shower of sheer material. Elisa stepped away from it while she reached behind her back and unfastened the hooks of her bra.

Goliath felt the dry feeling return to his mouth. He brought the glass back to his lips and drained of what little was remaining. It did nothing to quell the dryness that hardened into a lump. The heated need built up between his legs while his male flesh started to rise. He could not remove his eyes from his beloved mate who peeled the straps off her shoulders and tossed the bra to the ground.

Elisa gave her head a gentle toss, sending her ink like waves to flow past her shoulders before she jumped into the flat round bed and spread her body over the many cushions.

"Elisa," Goliath moaned. The end of his long tail wagged back and forth gently while he licked his lips. He cold hold back no longer. With a flying leap he landed next to his beloved and sank his talons into her hair.

She closed her eyes from the feeling of his fingers running through her tresses, stroking them. She knew this was his way of kissing her passionately and by the feeling of his hardened organ banging against her thigh she knew that he was lost in her. Elisa reached out and stroked his chiseled rock hard chest. Smooth as brand new leather and strong as steel. Her palms graced down till she felt one of his hardened nipples and traced her finger around it.

Goliath’s hands slipped down behind her head, past her shoulders to the middle of her back. At the last second he remembered that humans are not sensitive in that area as gargoyles were. Instead of stroking he applied pressure to Elisa’s back to bring her closer to him. His eyes opened when he felt her hands caress his jaw line. Her eyes were so beautiful. Like toasted honey framed with dark silken lashes. His eyes lost in hers he continued to stared in them as her head slowly came closer to his. Goliath closed his own eyes once again a mere second before he felt Elisa’s lips come in contact with his own.

She kissed him deeply, holding on for a few seconds. Her own slowly parted before her tongue inserted into his mouth. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her fingers dug into his skin. She tried to pull him closer but that would be almost like pulling a boulder closer. In stead she

pulled her closer to him. His hardened chest compressed her breasts from the force of being against him. Kissing deeper and longer.

"Oh," she gasped once her mouth was free from his. She needed to breath. "Goliath." Her hands still gripped onto his massive form she crawled around till she was directly behind him. Her hands brushed against the bottom of his mane and slid down his back. Straight to his tail before she made her fingers walk back up against his skin. Her right hand brushed against his wing going in an up and down fashion while her left thumb rubbed against the middle.

Goliath let to a deep breath of air through his mouth puckered in a kiss form. Elisa knew how to get him started. The end of his heated flesh was alreading beading with dew like moisture. He sat up straighter when he felt her talented hands grab onto his belted loin cloth. His loins twitched when he felt free from his clothing.

The clan leader licked his lips before her twisted around. He bent his index talon and brush the knuckle against her right breast. At first contact both of her nipples hardened into copper colored points. His other hand stroked against her tummy and slid down to her under garment. Elisa bought her legs together slightly, making it easier for Goliath to pull them off. He could tell from her musk that she was aroused as he was. There was bit of her clear honey that he could see sticking to her panties as he peeled them off.

Goliath brushed his fingers gently against her thighs causing them to part. He lowered his head and flicked his tongue gently against her drenched lips. Her nectar was what he had thirsted for. Her legs parted, giving him enough room while he used the end of his tongue to scoop up her sweet moisture. His smacked his lips against each labia before he centered onto her clit. He did not want to miss a single drop. He suckled on her rosy bud. The stimulation caused by his tongue made her legs tremble. The lavender gargoyle grasped onto her hips before he slid his tongue inside, all the way till his mouth was pressed against her warm flesh.

"Goliath," Elisa moaned. "I need more, don’t stop." Her voice came out deep and dry. The feeling of Goliath’s tongue inside her was amazing. He never ceased to keep her satisfied. Her loins twitched when she felt Goliath sit back up.

She opened her eyes and stared into his while a white glow flashed across them, briefly. She knew what that meant. The same for the deep purring growl that her mate had emitted. "Yes," she breathed. She wasn’t a gargoyle. She didn’t shriek.

Large hands grabbed her around the waist before they pulled her onto him. Elisa let out a near silent moan when she felt her self filling up with his thick shaft. Despite the size of his waist she manage to straddle him. She had done it in the past and that night would be no different.

Using his hands Goliath slid her up and down slowly. The speed increased when his hips and thighs rumbled in motion. He was at the near point of exploding before he even entered her and it only took a few pumps before he fired off his seed into her needy flesh.

"Eliiiiiiiiissssssaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!" Goliath’s eyes filled with moonlight. His roar echoed off the walls of the ship and he knew that both Renard and Vogel could hear him, but he didn’t care.

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Owen knew it was because he was not used to the ensemble. He told Goliath the same fact at the wedding when the gargoyle was in a fitted tuxedo, but he felt stupid. Even on his day’s off he wore buttoned down cotton shirt and a pair of slacks. He never wore a pair of magenta Bermuda shorts and a blue Hawaiian shirt before, but there he was on a cruise ship in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico wearing that outfit and clutching a cold drink that had cherries and an orange slice on a plastic sword and a lime green paper umbrella.

"How low can you go? How low can you go?" The crowd chanted while they watched the five finalist bend backwards to walk underneath a limbo bar. Owen watched as his wife walk like a circus catortionist under neath the bar. He tried not to blink while she slipped threw flawlessly.

After seeing Kitty Burnet move like that he had to take a drink. He could never move like that, never. Puck could, but not Owen Burnet. The fey within the wooden shell was glad that his wife dragged him around the cruise ship and try to get him to participate in various activities. He did change into a pair of pale gray swimming trunks, hand fulls of lotion and rest on of the lounge chairs next to the pool. His pasty legs, arms, chest and fast turned crimson. His back even peeled slightly. Next time he turns into a mortal he is going to become a mortal that doesn’t burn easily.

"We are now down to four," announcer shouted into his microphone. "Will the next song please begin to play.

"Congratulations Kitty!" Owen shouted above the crowd. "I know you can do it my sweetness." My Sweetness. It was his nickname for her. It a bit of a deviation of Sweetie, a nick name that Puck had so often used. His sweet Kitty. She was one of the best things about his life as Owen. She and the Xanatos family. Especially Alex. He loved both the quarter fey and weregoyle hatchling Charlie Bluestone-Destine.

He took another sip from his drink before he watched the contest again. One eye squinted while his other eyebrow raised. Most people would wince at the sight of human beings with backs snapped backwards so far that the could almost grab the backs of their ankles. Kitty wasn’t human, neither was he actually. She was a normal human who was spliced with the DNA from a being from another planet, and he was The Puck, beloved trickster mentioned in a play by Shakespeare disguised as the most boring man on the planet. Owen brought the glass to his mouth again. Their marriage was a union of the fantasy and science fiction elements.

"Looks like we have a tie for third folks," the youth with the over peroxide hair shouted. "We only have two more too go."

"I know you can do it Kitrina!" Owen cheered again. The music started up and the bar was set lower. Owen felt a sharp pain in his back watching the other woman tilt back and waddle under the bar without so much as touching it, not even with her nose. Owen took long drink. How would Puck handle it? He would have won the contest by not only bending back so far he would touch the ground, but also by become paper flat, so thin he could slide under a door. Doing that would send several people jumping overboard. Some people might ask him if he was a mutant like the X-men and ask for an autograph.

Their fellow passengers were polite in that aspect. Only a few approached Kitty to ask for an autograph. His wife smiled politely and signed each and everyone.

"We have our first and second place winners!" The tanned youth’s voice brought Owen’s focus back to the stage. The other woman had won the contest. She was handed a blue ribbon before she gave a bow. Kitty graciously accepted her red ribbon.

Owen had to blink. How on Earth did the other woman beat his wife, and did he really want to know how?

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The music was long over but Kitty kept on dancing as she lead her husband to their cabin.

"Baalimooos!" Kitty sang out while she continued to shake her hips. "Let the rhythm take us over. Balimos."

Concerned about her sobriety Owen grasped her hand and shoulder. He stared at her until she stopped moving.

"What’s wrong?" Her bright green eyes were turned up in concern.

Owen let go of her hand and brushed a few stands of her hair out from over her eyes.

"I think you had too much."

"Too much?" Kitty blinked. "Too much what soda? That’s all I had to drink. You were the one slurping down that Fiesta style hurricane. How much of those did you have?"

"Only two."

"Two?" She raised an eyebrow seductively. "How loose are you if now that you have a couple of drinks in your system?" Her fingers danced over the buttons of his shirt.

Owen’s pink face turned into a deeper shade of scarlet. "Not that drunk." He stepped back.

"What are you like when you are drunk?"

"That I wouldn’t know."

"We may have to find out."

"I try not too," he removed his glasses to rub the area in between his eyes. "If you are not intoxicated then why are you dancing?"

"You mean like this?" Kitty shook her hips and sung her arms to the music that was playing in her mind while she kept on walking.

"Yes like that," Owen followed her.

"Because," she kept dancing till they reached the outside of their cabin. "I’m high on life. I’m happy and having a good time."

"Oh," he fished into his pocket for the key. "I should never forget your boundless energy and fiery spirit." He unlocked the door.

"You have plenty of spirit in yourself." She tapped his nose with her index while she slipped past him. Kitty walked up the beige dresser and placed her ribbon down next to the program guide. "Tomorrow night their is going to be dinner theater in the banquet hall, and later there will be ballroom dancing." She turned around to face him.

Owen removed his glasses and set them on the dresser before he cradled her face. Kitty’s eyes were widened with surprise. A faint smiled formed on his lips before he bent down and placed a kiss on her mouth.

"Hmm my favorite candy," She reached behind his head and pulled him in closer for another kiss. A warm feeling crawled down through her body like swallowing a sip of hot cocoa.

"You are my favorite. My sweetness." He sighed before he pulled back from her.

"Was that spontaneous display of affection caused by you or Puck?"

"Both actually," Owen sat down on the edge of her bed. "I may have to take a rain check on the dancing." He lowered his head in shame. "I don’t dance."

"Don’t?" Kitty placed her hands on her hips and gave him a hard stare. "Or don’t know how?"

"I don’t know how."

"I can fix that." She crawled over their bed and bounced onto the floor next to the night stand. "First we are going to need music." She turned around and smiled. "Can’t have a dancing lesson without some music." She turned on the radio part of their alarm clock and fiddled around with the dial until she found a station that was playing an upbeat song. "Okay first thing is let the music enter you. Feel it, let it flow through your blood. Then-" She rocked on her feet. "You move to the rhythm.

Owen bobbed along to the music. "Like this?"

"That’s it. Now shake your hips I want you to shake that cute little booty of yours."

Once again Owen’s face became redder. He felt his posterior vibrate.

"Now swing your arms. Like I’m doing."

Owen swung his arms side to side, trying to mimic his wife. "I believe I'm starting to get the hang of this."

"Good, now lets try moving your feet." While still dancing she walked to the center of the room. Watch my feet." She stepped forward and then back. Stepped to the side and spun around.

Owen copied down her moves.

"Great, now like this." She marched in place for a few beats then stomped forward, kicked and spun again. "Now you try."

Owen got the first three steps right. It was when he tried to spin he slipped and fell onto he bed. "No more," he gasped. "I think that’s enough for tonight." The song had ended and the Station went to commercial.

"Not bad for a first lesson," she sat down next to him. "but I think I know of a better teacher for you."

"Who?" Owen turned his head to look up at her.

"Fox. She is a better dancer than me, and it will be a fair trade for her to teach you how to dance and you can teach her how harness her fey powers."

"She wants to learn?" Owen sat up. "Oberon gave me strict rules that I can only become Puck to protect and teach Alex, he didn’t mention Fox."

"Oberon is married to Fox’s mother right?" Her eyelids lowered slightly. "I have a feeling she can convince her husband to bend the rules a little and you can have Alex in the same room."

"That is true," he stared in her eyes. "Are you sure about Fox?"

"You told me about how she sent a magical blast at Oberon. I had never seen her do that, but she did have these dreams. She once had a dream where ghosts were visiting her. Pale ghosts that died from blood loss and had two fang marks in her neck. That was a week before the vampires’ came into town. She had another dream of a man having his ear cut off, of being in a place with people where part fey like her, and one about Rayne and Lexington pledging their love.

"She has had prophecy dreams?"

Kitty nodded. "She had a few more recently. She mentioned dreaming about Broadway and Angela walking around during the daytime, the Labyrinth clan being attacked and an image of a pregnant Elisa. She told me those dreams were as realistic as the other ones that came true."

"She dreams of the future and can send blasts of energy during critical times."

"The day she told me she wanted magical lessons was when she was trying to float a feather. Owen you should have been in that room. It was warmer than the rest of the castle and my skin felt tight. There was some pressure inside and a lot of static in the air. It felt like a storm was going to break out in that room."

"She does have a lot of energy. We should focus on defensive spells and her precognition."

"Exactly," Kitty twisted the dial around some more on the radio. "We wouldn’t be doing that kind of dancing anyway." She stopped when she found a station that wa playing a slow romantic ballad. "We’ll be dancing slow."

"You mean like this?" Owen took her hand into his and pulled her close till their chests were touching. He placed one hand behind her back and swayed to the music.

"Yeah, mostly," she stared up into his eyes. "You have the most beautiful blue eyes."

"Not quite as beautiful as yours." Owen grabbed on tightly to her wrist before he whipped her out and then pulled her back to them.

"Wow!" Kitty blinked. "I didn’t know you could do that. I thought you said you didn’t know how to dance."

"I don’t." he continued to dance slowly with her. "Not like you do. This is all that I know how to do. His hand slipped up further along her back before he grasped her wrist and dipped her back over there bed. "And I know how to do that."

"Drop me please."

Owen let go of his wife, letting her bounce slightly on the bed. He bent down over her. A small smile finally formed on his face.

"Well for some women that is all the dancing you need to know."

"I don’t want to know how to keep some women happy," he pulled off his glasses and continued to stare at her. "I want to make you happy." With his eyes still on her he moved to place his glasses on the night stand.

Kitty’s breathing slowed down slightly. The presence of her husband over her made her feel relaxed and warm. Her invisibly disguised tail whipped against the edge of the bed in a steady rhythm. She wanted Owen on top of her. Her eyelids closed gently while she felt the mattress bend under the weight of both of them. Her hands discovered his shoulders and gripped hard before she pulled him down on to her. Their mouths met and neither one budged for a full second.

Owen felt the tightness of his short from the bulge that formed between his legs. He wanted to create the form of Owen to be exactly like Preston Vogel. He did not know about the other dull man’s size. He didn’t want to know either. He didn’t care if he was bigger than Preston. Kitty wouldn’t care either.

Kitty felt her retractable nails curl out from her finger tips while she stroked her husbands chest. Her hands brushed down till she felt the bottom of his shirt. The ends of her fingers sank into the fabric, curled under the button and tore it out. Her fingers traveled up his shirt, showering buttons down on her.

Owen slid out of his shirt and tossed it onto the floor. Mesmerized by his wife’s love and beauty he slid his hands under her shirt. Kitty sat up, giving him enough room for his hands to slip up under her bra. The material came undone in his hands. He threw her undergarment over his shoulder while pulling of her shirt. His hands brushed against her breasts, grasping them gently. Her erect rose pink nipples made him hungry. Owen bent down and took on into his mouth.

Kitty’s eyes rolled o the back of her head before she closed her lids. A deep husky moan escaped her lips. The warm damp feeling of her husband’s mouth made her feel warm beneath the belt. She reached up and brushed against his golden head while his tongue traced around her nub.

"Oh God Owen," she burned to feel him enter her. She wanted to feel him inside her. Kitty grabbed onto the side of his head and removed him from her breast. Kitty’s heart was beating rapidly while she grabbed onto her zipper and pulled down.

Owen grabbed onto her shorts and pulled them down all the way. Owen stepped back and removed the remaining of his clothing. There was no holding back.

"I love you," he whispered before he pulled off her panties and climbed on top of her. He didn’t even wait for her to lock her legs around the small of his back before he lowered himself and entered her in one quick thrust.

Kitty moaned when she felt hi rocking her body with his thrusts. She felt herself tighten with the need for release. The aching pain grew stronger with each of his thrusts.

Owen felt he was close to release himself. He opened his eyes. His vision was not as blurry as before. Kitty was becoming more clear. He couldn’t stop.

Kitty opened her eyes and nearly gasped. Her husband was shorter, his ears ended in a slight point and his hair was slightly longer and a paler shade. She couldn’t stop. She needed to feel him explode and needed to feel the fiery release from within her own body. Her thighs trembled from the feeling of her husband flooding her with his seed. At the peak of his sexual pop he completely shifted to his alter ego.

"Don’t stop," She cried. "Keep going."

He felt himself soften slightly from his post release. Breathing deeply he quickly changed to Owen before he squeezed the mattress beneath her back tightly and continued thrusting.

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Elisa’s soft lashes fluttered with the gentle twitching of her eyelids. She could feel the large feather softness of the pile of pillows beneath her head. There was a smaller pillow under her side. The top sheet was wrapped around her leg. With a yawn she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

She was still naked as the day she as born. Her skin felt the warmth of the sunlight that filtered in through the windows of the room. Her nether region was still tingling from the night before.

"Goliath?" Elisa unwound the sheet from her leg and sat up straighter. She didn’t have to look too hard. Her husband was siting next to her bed. His stone face staring back at her. "I dreamed of you last night." She slid towards the edge of the bed to place a kiss on his forehead. "I hope tonight we can repeat it."

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There wasn’t anything on TV in the early afternoon except for soap operas. Elisa changed channels a few times trying to find something interesting, a basketball game, a movie, anything. She watched Fox News for a few minutes before turning it off in defeat. She was bored and hungry.

She decided to take a look out the window. The weather was beautiful, and probably cold out. She pressed her palm against the glass and felt a slight chill. There were several clouds that were beneath the ship. Elisa watched as the Fortress flew past them giving her a clear view of the ocean beneath. The Atlantic sparkled from where the sunlight hit the waves like a sapphire.

"Beautiful," she sighed. "but probably full of great whites." She smiled the memory of going into the theater with her aunt Becca to see Jaws. They promised each other not to tell Elisa’s parents where they really went. Becca was amazed at how the movie did not phase her.

"You are better than your mother when it comes to handling scary movies," Becca had once told her. "Ever since your mother saw Psycho she can no longer take a shower when she is home alone."

The knocking of the door to her honeymoon suite shattered her nostalgic thoughts.

"Who is it?" Elisa asked while heading towards the door.

"It’s Preston, I heard the TV and thought you were awake." The soft and dull voice from the other side of the door asked her.

"I am awake."

"Would you care for some breakfast."

"Please, and that goes double for my stomach."

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It had taken a little over twenty minutes for Vogel to return. Like before he knocked.

"That smells heavenly," Elisa kept from smacking her lips when she opened the door. This time she was not surprised. Vogel stood looking more stiff than Goliath’s stone form while holding a silver covered tray.

"I believe you might want to eat it in the dining area?" Vogel asked.

"That sounds good." She stared at him when he didn’t budge. "You may come in. You’re not a vampire are you?"

"No." His response made Elisa want to roll back her eyes. Of course humor would be lost on him.

"Whats the mystery breakfast?"

Vogel set the dish down on top of one of the peach colored place mats before he turned to face her. "Eggs Benedict, fruit cocktail and a cup of coffee." He removed the cover. The plate in the center had hollandaise covered poached eggs on an English muffin. One side of the plate was a small bowl filled with slices of peaches, oranges and pineapple with a few whole grapes and cherries. On the other side was steaming cup of dark brown liquid surrounded by a few sugar packets and tiny containers of half and half.

"Thank you," Elisa smiled.

Preston held out the chair for her. "Are you comfortable here?" He pushed her throne like chair into the table.

"Very," Elisa used her fork and knife to take a bite of her breakfast. She was a bit tempted when Kitty ordered her wedding day brunch of the same egg dish, but she couldn’t. Fox had told her it was okay, but she didn’t like to order expensive meals when someone else was paying for it. "This is good."

"Thank you. I have a slight question, if it is not too personal."

"Go ahead and ask." She opened up one of the sugar packets and poured into her coffee and followed it up by adding two of the creamers.

"Have you used your special rocks yet?"

Her fork fell form her hand and clattered against the plate. "What?"

"You went through out the trouble to make sure we have brought them along."

"That is kind of personal." She glared at him while wiping her mouth with her napkin.

"I’m sorry. I will go now."

Elisa did not move until she heard the door close behind him. That was rude of him to ask such a question. Maybe he didn’t think of it at the time, after he works around with robots. Perhaps Preston thinks like a robot as well. Elisa shook her head and resumed cutting up her food. He did remind her of the stones.

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Kitty Burnett studied the bottle of lotion. According to the label the product contained skin nurturing aloe vera and vitamin E. It was also SPF 30. It was enough to keep her husband from burning.

"Take off your shirt," she felt her disguised tail drum against the ground. The sight of her husband being near naked caused her to loose control of her appendage. His back that was once as pale as the moon was still a bright shade of scarlet, but it was no longer peeling. His arms, legs and chest while still tinted pink had started to fade to a light golden brown.

"How bad does it look?" Owen asked. He flinched causing his shoulders to buckle from the cool touch of the lotion against his skin.

"Well Lobster boy let’s just say you are no longer shedding your skin." Kitty rubbed in hand fulls of the lotion into his back. Her palms rubbing against his flesh long after the lotion had been absorbed. "I think it would be best if we stay out by the pool for less than two hours today."

"That would be a good idea," Owen agreed. he was handed the bottle and he poured some into his hands before he rubbed it into his fac and legs.

Kitty sat down in the deck chair next to his and rooted through the duffel bag, searching for the other bottle of lotion. Like the kind that Owen was sloughing on it had aloe vera, and vitamin E. It was also waterproof. Unlike the kind Owen used hers was only SPF 15. She did not burn as badly as she did.

"Let me get your back," Owen offered while he squirted some of the ivory colored cream into his hands.

Kitty turned to the side exposing her back to him. She smiled at the couple sitting next to her. They looked like the were five years older than her.

"Newly weds?" The other woman asked.

Kitty stared down at her hand and back up at her before nodding. "Yes, we are. How could you tell?"

"Well the way you two are gushing over each other, plus the fresh look on your faces, and the fact that you both have rings."

"Hon you could have just read Entertainment Weekly," the woman’s husband said dryly. "She’s Kitty Masterson of that Fox show. She recently got married."

"That’s right!" the woman slapped her thing causing her whole chair to tremble. "I knew you look familiar. Well congratulations on both your show and your wedding."

"Thank you," Kitty smiled. "How long have you two been married?"

"We are celebrating our tenth anniversary."

"Congratulations," Owen’s voice was even dryer than the other husband. "All done."

"Goodie," Kitty turned in her chair and stretched out. "She peered at the other couple again. Do you have any children?"

"Two," the husband said. "And they are both with their grandparents."

"Honey," his wife snapped. "Don’t be rude to the nice young couple."

"I’m not. I’m thirsty. Where the hell is that pool side waiter?"

Kitty stared at the couple for a few minutes longer before she rolled over and stared into Owen’s with a slightly worried look in hers.

"Don’t worry," the sunburned man said. "We won’t be like that."

"You are right," she rose to her feet. "I’m going for a swim. Don’t you stay in this sun too long." Her fingers tasseled his pale blond hair. She placed a kiss on his forehead. "If you see that pool side waiter," she winked. "Tell him I want a pink lemonade freeze." She pulled the cerulean tinted sunglasses off her face and set them on the chair.

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Brentwood sat in a crouch. His tail tip flicked back and forth while he stared at the microwave oven. It was his turn to cook the dinner for himself and his wife.

"Regular, chocolate or strawberry?" Eleanor asked form where she stood in the kitchen.

"Chocolate," The blue gargoyle answered while continuing to stare at the glowing green digital numbers counting down. His focus was intently on the rotating food. He waited for the final beeped note before he pulled out the shrimp and linguini in tomato sauce. "Dinner is ready." He carried the tray to the dining room table and placed it on her side. His fried chicken meal was on the other side.

"Ah smells good," Eleanor placed a glass in front of him. She twisted off the cap of the chocolate pint and poured the milk into the glass. "Here you go sir, our most premium chocolate."

Brentwood thanked her. He peeled the remaining plastic skin of his tray and looked up at the other end of the table. His wife was pouring her strawberry milk into her wine glass.

"Oh, by the way," Eleanor winked at him. "Last night was wonderful."

"I’m good?" Brentwood blinked. He brought his glass to his mouth and drank. " Got milk?"

"Not now Brent baby," Eleanor smiled. "Not until after we eat dinner."

"Okay," He cut the chicken with his butter knife and brought a piece to his mouth.

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The TV guide had shown the really cool movie was going to air in two hours. Eleanor thumbed through the guide, trying to find something else to watch.

"Anything good?" Brentwood asked. They had finished their meals and hand washed the glasses and silverware. The female hybrid discovered a new toy with the liquid soap container. she soaked her talon before rubbing it over the spout and gave the bottle a gently squeeze, sending a crystal like bubble floating over the sink. Brentwood had wanted to give it a try to. His squeeze was a little more harsh, a little more quick. Instead of one large bubble he sent out a dozen of tiny ones. Brentwood tried to make the large bubble. He put a little too much squeeze into the bottle and sent out a stream of liquid soap that struck his wife in her chest. The rest of the hour involved squirting each other with the liquid soap and splashing each other with water.

"Not for a few more hours." With a slap she dropped the guide onto the couch. "Let go check out some of the other rooms."

"Then we can go swimming?"

"Yeah. Swim and then watch the movie."

They slipped through the door of one of the unexplored rooms. They had expected to find a bed room ,or a study. They did not expect to find a lot of large things covered in white sheets.

"They look like ghosts," Brentwood gasped.

"Yeah," Eleanor switched on the light switch, filling the room with brightness. "Not so much now. She approached one of the covered objects. "I wonder whats under them." She grabbed onto the sheet and tore it off revealing a strange table with knobs on the side. Instead of having a flat surface it had rows of little men with no arms skewered on wooden poles. "They have one of these on Friends."

"That’s neat," Brentwood nearly fell on his back trying to pull of the sheet from another table. His did have a hard flat surface. A flat green surface with a small net streaking down the center. On each side of the net was a rust colored paddle and a smooth white ball rested on one of them. "I found a ping pong table."

"I think this is a rumpus room," Eleanor said. "They have one in the castle." She felt a bit envious but shook that feeling off. Her talons sank into the cloth of a another sheet and she was about to pull it off when she discovered a long black cord connected to it. "What’s that?" She blinked.

"What’s what?" Brentwood asked before he noticed the chord. He picked it up and slid his hand down it until he reached the plug shaped end. "I found the plug."

"Why would a table need a plug?" Eleanor placed a talon under her mouth. The cloth covering was pulled off revealing another table that was as thick as the first one they discovered. It’s flat surface was indented in the center. At both long ends on top of the table there were small cavities. She looked down and discovered another cavity. she reached in and pulled out a thick handle that ended in a tapered curve. The other end in the handle had a thick disk. There was another strange paddle and a flat disk. "Hey this is an air hockey table."

"Air hockey?"

"Yeah." she circled the table and paused at a switch on one side. "The switch is off. You can plug it in."

The web wing gargoyle stuck the plug into the socket and gave his wife the thumbs up.

The second Eleanor turned on the switch the table hummed. She placed the disk in the center and it slid like oil on water. "It works." She took her placed one end of the table. "Okay I think your supposed to be on the other end."

Brentwood scrambled to the other side. He had to stand tall to stand over the table. He had no idea how to play the game. Eleanor probably did. She was created to be smarter than him. He blinked when she placed the other paddle on the table. With strike from the one she held she sent the handle sliding across the table, smacking into the puck and both of them ended up on his side.

"Take the handle," Eleanor instructed. "Keep the flat end on the table." She watched as her husband followed each command. "Now put down the disk. You use your paddle to hit the disk over to my side. Your goal is to get the disk or puck into here." She pointed at the goal beneath her. "I’m going to try to block and send the disk back over too you and try to get it into your goal."

"And I try to block it?"

"Exactly."

Brentwood struck the disk , not with all his strength but just enough to send it speeding over to the other side of the table.

Eleanor was ready. The disk was inches away from her goal when she struck it with her paddle, sending it spinning over to Brentwood who blocked and sent it nearly flying into her goal.

"You won the first point," Eleanor reached in , pulled out the puck and placed it back on the table. They would play a few rounds, then watch the movie, and then go swimming. Then probably try some of the other game tables. She took a deep breath before she swung her arm and smacked the puck. The game was on.

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The whole dinner was delicious. Each dish that Preston Vogel served was a symphony for the pallet. Elisa felt that way after she finished her dinner and dug her spoon into Preston’s home made Creme Brule with raspberries.

"That was an excellent meal," Goliath gave his stomach a gentle pat. "We should speak with Preston and thank him."

"He strikes me as the type who doesn’t need to be thanked." Elisa wiped her mouth.

"I’m sure Renard rewards him with thank yous and I’ve seen Xanatos do the same for Owen."

"You are probably right," She stood up and pushed in her chair. "I’m guess I’m still a bit shocked of what he told me earlier today."

Goliath raised one of his brow ridges. "And what was that?"

"Nothing important." She dismissed the thought with a wave. "Let’s go to the bedroom." Her suggesting brought a devious grin to Goliath’s face.

"Is this why you don’t want to thank Vogel right now?" The end of his tail wiggled.

"Not quite."

Curiosity peaked, Goliath followed his beloved into their lavishly decorated bedroom. Elisa was no where near the bed. Instead she was by the portable radio/CD/Cassette player with a compact disc in her hands. She popped open the case and pulled out the silver disk that highlighted prismatic bands wherever the light struck it.

"You want to listen to music?" Goliath raised his ridges.

"I want to listen to this song," Elisa replied while she placed the disk in the player and closed the lid. She pressed a few buttons to select the song she had in mind and waltzed over to her husband. "And dance with you. This song was played at my Aunt Becca’s prom, and I requested it for my prom too." She held up her arms

"I remembered the first time I danced with you." He accepted her hands. The lavender gargoyle his swayed with the melody at the start of the song.

"I’m sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea.I’ve got to be free, free to face the life that’s ahead of me" The ballad had begun and Elisa rested her head against Goliath’s chest while they continued to dance slowly and softly.

"On board, I'm the captain, so climb aboard We'll search for tomorrow on every shore."

Elisa closed her eyes as she sang along."And I'll try, oh Lord, I'll try to carry on."

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The cups full of green liquid still had steam coming out from the top. Once the song had ended Elisa placed the CD back in it’s case while Goliath pulled out the paper bag that had their supplies. The enchanted stones were probably enough, but they wanted to make a hundred percent sure.

Goliath had thanked Preston and gave him the herbal drink recipe. Elisa mixed the dried botanical powder and water into a henna like paste.

"There is one thing about that song that I don’t understand," Goliath said while Elisa painted on tiny ink colored symbols onto his chest. "What was that part with the angels climbing aboard their starship?"

"The angels were really aliens," Elisa painted the last symbol that was printed on the card in her left hand before rolling on to her stomach. "Styx are a bit out there with their music. You have never heard Mr. Roboto yet."

"If it’s as beautiful as the song we just danced too then I want to hear it." He dipped the end of the brush into the paste and tried to make a copy of the symbols that were printed on the card that was included with the rest of the supplies.

Elisa flinched at the feeling of the cool paint against her skin. "It’s a little more rock. I don’t really know what that song means. My guess is about someone cruising through life and the aliens or angels provide him hope to continue. There is also the theory of a person who had a harsh blow with life got stoned, remembered the past and hallucinated the angels."

"I thought it was similar to the classic sea farer tales where the sailor had been away at see for so long he had started to see things that were not really there."

"Still a pretty song."

"Aye it is."

"That’s kind of sexy."

"What is?" Goliath put away the paint brush.

"When you said aye instead of yes."

Goliath shrugged. "When a rookery reaches my age they begin to pick up the accents of the local humans. I’m a bit surprised that is not as pronounced."

"Probably because the local humans are now New Yorkers." She sat up and reached into the bag. Her hands discovered the smooth stones strung together by a thing chain. She took the largest chain of stones and threw it over the head of her lover like a lei. She slipped on an other necklace and place a smaller ring over her right wrist and another over her left foot before put the second bracelet and anklet on her mate.

"I guess we should say bottom’s up," Goliath held up his steaming cup and struck it against the side of Elisa’s. Like the night before with the wine they liked arms and drank down warm beverage.

It did not burn their mouths or tongue, but still warm enough for them to feel it traveled down past heir chests and into their stomachs. Elisa had chugged hoping she wouldn’t taste it. To her surprise it was not flavored like medicine. More like sour hibiscus tea.

Elisa wiped the side of her mouth. Her warm brown eyes were locked on Goliath’s massive form. They trail to the junction of his thighs where his male flesh hardened into a smooth rod.

"Looks like somebody is ready to give this a try," Elisa purred and crawled over to her lover. Her thighs trembled at the feeling of Goliath’s tail gently rubbing against her plump lower lips. "Oh keep going." she parted her legs to give the supple end of his tail ample room. She closed her eyes as she felt it rub against her clit and slither into her dampened hole. He was just getting her started. She knew that his tail was just the appetizer.

The thrusting of his tail started slowly and then built up speed. Elisa grabbed on to the fitted sheet cover, threatening to tear into the material with her fingernails. She was getting close. She opened her eyes halfway and saw Goliath was more than ready.

Goliath!" Elisa threw back her head. "Take me now! The tail removed, Elisa pounced like a housecat onto her husband. she felt his large hands on her warm skin. He push her body into his lap. If her legs were spread even more they would snap of. Holding her breath She felt Goliath enter her.

Goliath felt his wife squeeze his body with all her strength. From under her his hips rolled like the ocean waves. He could tell not only from the heat from within her that she was close, but also by her scent. She smelled of something else. A fragrance that could drive a male gargoyle into a heated frenzy. Her scent was not as strong of as powerful as the pheromones of a gargoyle but he still knew. His Elisa was ovulating.

"Elisa," Goliath gasped. He was about to go off. "My, sweet, my-" He was cut off by his own roar and a optical light that illuminated the whole room while he flooded her with his seed.

They were both too focused on each other, too caught up in the heated act to notice that he stones that they wore around their necks, wrists and ankles had a soft pinkish glow surrounding them.

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It was a simple dress in the basic design of the popular little black dress. It was light, fit to the curves of a woman short enough to end above the knee and barely any sleeves. The only difference between the little black dress and Kitty’s dress was that her was not black. It was a shade of gold so pale it was almost white.

"Owen?" Kitty asked while trying to reach behind her back to grabbed the zipper. "Could you zip me up?"

Owen was only halfway dressed him self. His belt was unbuckled and his dress shirt was unbuttoned. The royal purple colored jacket that matched with he slacks and the silver tie were still lying on the bed.

"Anything my sweet," Owen fastened his belt and reached over to pull up the golden zipper.

"I even tried using my tail, and it didn’t work either." She pulled out a pair of beige panty hose and sighed. She hated hosiery. They took time to pull them on, tears easily and at the end of the day she wants to rip them off and scratch her itchy legs for five minutes.

"I hope this ballroom dance is better than dinner theater," Owen grumbled while fastening his buttons.

"I’m sorry honey. I just wanted to attend one dinner theater. I had no idea what play they would be showing."

"I didn’t mean to upset you. I just have hard time watching A Midsummer’s Nights Dream being performed." He picked up his tie and sighed. "I don’t really have a problem with some of his other work, but he got myself and Mr. Macbeth’s story wrong."

"Next time I’ll inquire about the play before we attend." Kitty slipped on her shoes and went to the mirror. Her hair did not have to be restyled and most of her make up was still intact. All she needed to do was spritz on a little perfume and reapply her lipstick.

"Why do they always portray me as a clone of Pan? I never appeared before a mortal with goat hooves and horns."

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The ballroom floor already had a few couples slowly dancing to the classical music. Kitty was afraid she would have been underdressed, but most of the women had simple gowns like hers. There were few that had stuffed their bodies into tight expensive sequined gowns. They had a hard time moving. Kitty surpressed the urge to chuckle. She may not be as glamorous but at least she was comfortable enough to dance.

"Well," Owen placed a hand against the small of her back and took one of her hands into his. "I guess we just dance like last night?"

"Exactly," she smiled. Still holding onto him tightly she moved his body to the music, keeping his feet in step with the beat.

"This isn’t so bad," he smiled back. "Happy Honeymoon my sweetness."

The End