As a thank-you to all of my fans, I wanted to share with you this FREE story, the prologue for my Underneath the Gargoyle series. It is also available for FREE download from Smashwords.
Underneath the Gargoyle: A Prologue
A FREE short story by Christina Harding
Copyright © 2014 Christina Harding. All rights reserved. Individuals pictured are models and are used for illustrative purposes only.
Marissa stares up at the gargoyles at the top of the church
and frowns. She fumbles with her polaroid camera, frames one of the gargoyles
in the viewfinder using the zoom function to get a close-up, and snaps a
picture, her fingers going numb in the frigid cold air. I wish I had my
textbook on gothic churches with me, Marissa thinks as she stands in front
of the church, waving the polaroid and waiting for it to develop. Her eyes
widen with excitement as she remembers she did, in fact, bring the text.
Still waiting for the photo to develop, Marissa sits down on
the steps of the church, despite the fact that they have iced over, and flips
through the pages until she finds what she’s looking for. There is an entire
chapter devoted to this church with detailed photographs of its features,
including the gargoyles. She finds a photo of her gargoyle, the one who looks
like a dragon. He is sitting in a crouching position, as usual, and he is
baring his teeth as if he’s about to exhale a ferocious flame of fire.
The polaroid of this same gargoyle is starting to come into
focus, but his teeth aren’t bared. He’s crouching, but he’s staring almost
peacefully off into the distance. Her heart racing, Marissa slips the photo
into the text as a bookmark, and stands up to get another look at the gargoyle.
His teeth are bared again like in the textbook, but not like
the polaroid she took just moments ago. What the heck? Marissa thinks.
Trembling, she looks down at her polaroid again. How could this be possible?
The gargoyle must have moved while I was flipping through my textbook! she
thinks. She takes another photo of the dragon-like gargoyle, now baring his
teeth, and then sets off, hustling to the university with a skip in her step.
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“Professor John!” Marissa calls out to her thesis advisor,
knocking on the door to his office. He opens the door.
“Marissa!” he says, sounding surprised. “Come on in!” he
opens the door wide, and Marissa slips through. His office is warm and
welcoming with a fire sparkling in the fireplace.
“I have found some solid evidence to support my theory of
cryptozoology.” she announces, excited and still breathless from running.
Professor John closes the door to his office and sits down
at his desk, waving for her to sit down too. “What have you found?” He sounds
eager.
“The gargoyle on top of the church,” she pulls out her two
photographs, “I caught him moving today.” Marissa hands her photos to the
Professor.
He adjusts his reading glasses and gives the polaroids a
long look. “When did you take these pictures?”
“Maybe fifteen minutes ago. I came straight here. I took the
photos only about a minute or two apart,” Marissa rushes to explain.
“You realize the implications of this are huge?” Professor
John says, placing the pictures on his desk. “This could be a major
breakthrough in the study of cryptozoology.” Marissa’s heart swells with
excitement, but the professor continues, “You know, not everyone is going to
believe the authenticity of these photos. To date, every picture of a cryptid
has been debunked. How are you going to prove that your photos are genuine and
that they were taken only within minutes of each other? Who’s to say they
weren’t taken years apart and that the gargoyle was not modified?”
Marissa finds herself flushing; she was not expecting such a
skeptical reaction. Stammering for a response, she asks, “Do you believe me?”
“I think, a girl such as yourself, should not sully her
hands in such matters.”
Shocked, Marissa is speechless.
Noticing her vulnerability, Professor John continues, “It
must have been hard to get here so quickly.” He looks pointedly at Marissa’s
stretching belly. “When are you due?”
Marissa rubs her growing bump, finding her voice again, “In
thirty-five days.”
“As it seems, a child out of wedlock will cast shadow on
your moral integrity. You are going to need someone to support your claim,
someone with credibility.”
“As my thesis advisor, can’t you…?” Marissa begins to ask.
“Oh yes, that would seem like the obvious choice, wouldn’t
it?” Rising from his seat, Professor John rounds his desk and approaches
Marissa, “That would require extra effort on my part. And so, I would expect
extra from you in return.”
Hoping she’s hearing him correctly, Marissa eagerly
responds, “Oh thank you, Professor! I would be happy to do whatever it takes!”
Professor John reaches up and brushes the hair on the side
of her cheek. “I was hoping you would say that.” His hand traces down her neck
and starts circling her breast.
Marissa tries to back up, but has nowhere to go. She tries
to protest, “I love Matthew Cohen.”
“Even though he won’t marry you? He has left you for any man
to take.” Professor John reaches up with his other hand and starts caressing
both of her breasts.
“Matthew’s status with the church requires certain
obligations.” Marissa futilely explains. She tries to squirm away from the Professor.
“None of this. Lay down on my desk now,” the Professor
commands.
“No, and get your hands off me!” Marissa insists. She stands
up and attempts to brush by the Professor, but he blocks her way.
“If you’re not going to play nicely, I can just get rid of
your evidence,” the professor says, grabbing the polaroids off of his desk and
holding them over the fire.
“No! Don’t!!” Marissa exclaims, lying down on the desk.
“Please….”
“I knew you would come around.” Much to her surprise, the
Professor grabs the elastic waist band of her maternity clothes and pulls them
down exposing her to the office. Marissa tries to clench her legs together in a
last attempt for modesty, but even as she does so, she feels her pussy start to
tingle with expectancy.
The Professor pries her legs open and props them on his
shoulders, one on each. Marissa feels the heat of the fire directly on her most
private space as it starts to drip. Out of obligation, Marissa cries out, “Please
don’t. I love Matthew!” even though her body is yearning for more.
Ignoring her pleas, the Professor zips down his fly and
pulls out his swollen cock through the front of his boxers. Even though the
skin around his potbelly is loose with middle age, his rod is still firm and
hard, ready to enter this flesh which is thirty years younger than
himself. Professor John caresses
Marissa’s youthful labia with the head of his dick, following the folds around
her cunt. Marissa tingles as a rush of blood to her pussy makes her fully
engorged. She moans.
The professor is still fully dressed in his suit, his pants
hiked up around his waist. Just his pink, swollen dick is unveiled, poking out
of his boxers from a mass of curly pubic hair. Meanwhile, Marissa is completely
exposed from the waist down, and her shirt is starting to ride up over her
swollen belly.
Smearing his pre-cum across her labia, the Professor
observes, “I wonder how much you really love him. You seem to be enjoying
yourself quite a bit.” He poises the tip of his cock right at the opening of
her throbbing hole, entering her with just the head, wavering on the brink of
her crevice.
“Oh please…” Marissa starts whimpering. But as she says it,
she realizes she’s not asking him to stop, but actually begging for more.
“Now tell me, what are you planning on naming your child?”
Marissa tries to focus, “If it’s a boy, we want to name him
Kyle.”
The Professor enters her completely. Marissa’s vagina seizes
with surprise, but releases with pleasure. She feels a gush of wet escape her
pussy. “Kyle is a solid name,” the Professor tells her.
He draws slowly out of her, but then thrusts in again,
quickly. Marissa shouts, “Oh, Professor John!” Her body shakes with pleasure,
droplets of sweat forming on her pregnant belly.
Her baby has increased the pressure inside of her, making
her tighter than she was as a virgin. Her toes curl as she revels in the
exquisite sensation. She’s more sensitive than she’s ever been before. Maybe
it’s the change in my hormones? she asks herself. Marissa can feel
Professor John’s every movement as his aged, but rigid, cock rocks inside of
her. “You are so tight,” he moans.
The Professor cups his hands around her belly and feels her
baby kick. “Your child knows you aren’t being faithful to its father.”
Marissa feels the baby kick too, and tingling excitement
ripples across her abdomen. She looks up at the professor and sees his face
contort in pleasure, his bifocals sitting askew.
The professor reaches down and starts stroking Marissa’s
clit. Her legs twitch involuntarily, and her body shudders. Marissa grabs the edge of the desk and pulls
herself towards her superior so that he can drive more deeply into her. The
Professor grabs around Marissa’s legs with his free hands and bucks harder into
his student.
All of a sudden Marissa, feels her orgasm coming. “I’m
almost there!” She rolls her head back, “Don’t stop!!” The professor obliges,
continuing to pump into her and rubbing furiously on her clit.
Marissa and Professor John reach climax at the same moment.
She twists and contorts as the pain of a contraction mixed with the releasing
pleasure of an orgasm emanates across her body. John clutches her legs to his
chest as he shoots deep within her expectant body. He lets out a grunt of
pleasure.
There is a knock at the door.
Abruptly both teacher and student are both brought back to
the present. Before they have a chance to respond, the door opens and they
hear, “Is everything okay Professor?” Then a head pokes through the door.
It is Matthew.
His eyes go round as he takes in the scene in front of him.
Marissa stumbles up as best as she can with her baby bump.
“Matthew, this is not what it looks like!”
Matthew’s face gets dark. “I saw he was inside of you. I
know what happened here; there’s no need to say anymore.”
“No, Matthew!” Marissa insists, but Matthew has snapped the
door shut. Tears start to stream down her face.
“Like I said, he’s left you available for anyone to take.
And, there’s no need to lie; we both know you enjoyed it,” the Professor tells
her, zipping up his pants. He casually picks up her polaroids on his way out of
the office and tosses them into the fire. “Also, the cryptozoology of the
gargoyles – that needs to remain a secret.”
If you liked Christina Harding’s free story, then you
may enjoy the rest of her UNDERNEATH
THE GARGOYLE series as well. A PROLOGUE is also available for FREE download from Smashwords.
Warning: The tale you are about to read is a story of inner most desire that knows no bounds. It crosses barriers and should be read with an open mind and a darkly passionate heart. This is a story of sexual creatures, human or otherwise. This tale is for adults 18 and up.