AMARA caressed the gargoyle’s rough shoulder and smiled at the statue, which was now without a trace of dust. She cleaned it with the help of a short spell that she had learned from the book that was handed over to them with her siblings by her grandmother Aguida. They are from a family of witches and the strongest in their clan.

It was midnight, and she was at the backyard of their Granny Aguida’s mansion. They were just spending a vacation there. They reside in the city and live a luxurious life.

And Amara discovered interesting things in that mansion. Including the gargoyle there. Her sisters were out partying tonight. Before they reached the mansion yesterday, they passed by a bar in town. It was not that far, so her sisters checked it out. Amaia and Amira invited her, but she refused. And they are no longer surprised.

It was already weird being a witch, but her sisters found her funnier. They live like normal siblings, but Amara does not want to hang out in bars and drink. She’d rather be alone. She could do a lot. What she’s doing now is the proof because she could not sleep. She explored the mansion and found hideous-looking gargoyles at the backyard.

The gargoyle was sitting on the rock. Its chin was propped in one hand, and one arm rested on its knee. The gargoyle’s wings are folded behind it. The ears of the statue are sharp and pointed, same with its nails.

“You’ll be my lover for tonight, monster. Are you ready?” she asked the lifeless being.

She drew her lips to his ear and whispered a spell. The gargoyle moved and gradually changed position. Its back straightened up, and its legs spread slightly and exposed the gargoyle’s huge cock. The hand in its mouth lowered down in front of its chest.

Amara felt warmer, and her navel tightened. She loosened the tie of her thin nightgown and let it fall on the lawn. The moonlight kissed the naked curve of Amara’s perfect body as the cold air caressed her skin.

Amara sat on the thighs of the gargoyle and snaked her arms around its neck. She breathed in its ear and again whispered. There was now an unusual glitter in the rocky gargoyle eyes.

“You’re going to make me happy tonight.”

***

THE FIRST strokes of the gargoyle’s rough palm on Amara’s breast made the tiny hairs in her body stood up and her nipples hard. She still has one arm around the neck of the monster, and the other was in the arm of the gargoyle kneading her breast. She arched her back and parted her legs further. Her body felt hotter than ever, and her breathing became a little ragged. The freehand of the gargoyle cupped the delicate thing between her legs, and it moistened. Amara’s face grew hot. She was such a horny little bitch.

“Oh!”

Amara’s body jerked as the rough finger of the gargoyle assaulted her delicate flesh. The sculpture teased her there in an erotic rhythm. And she loved it. Amara whispered again, and in a moment, the gargoyle was kneading her breast harder. Amara groaned as soon as the sculpture inserted his finger inside her.

“Omigosh!”