Love to Hate You

I was really fucking tired.

Three weeks of researching a scalpel that supposedly had the ability to reverse any illness and I still didn’t have a specific location.

I was one of the researchers in the newly reborn Medical Research Department within the Secret Archive. I’d come on a year ago and since then I’d helped find a major artifact that our medical team was currently trying to apply to a cure of a rare form of childhood cancer.

This job came around just as I was contemplating leaving this place because I couldn’t stand how fucking greedy they were. I was a Witch, I knew that there were some things people shouldn’t have access to. But the way the Archive hoarded artifacts that actually could do some good in the right hands had never sat right with me.

But when Professor Luke Turner came to me with this proposition, I was in before he’d even finished his speech. 

I didn’t expect, however, that the Agent I’d be partnered with would be the single most frustration, annoying, grumpy Gargoyle on the fucking planet!

Just thinking about him had my anger roaring to life.

He was a know it all. He called my magical abilities “parlor tricks”. He punched first and asked questions later. We’d been lucky to get that damn artifact on our first assignment and now here I was, stuck with the son of a bitch on a second mission!

If I didn’t believe so strongly in what we were doing, I would’ve told Professor Turner that I was done after that first trip with Zach.

That was his name.

Zach, the grumpiest Gargoyle.

I rubbed my eyes and tried not to think of him. It was almost two in the morning and I needed sleep but I could feel that I was close to a breakthrough with the location. I wasn’t a fan of the Archive library, so I’d checked out some books and was reading at my desk. We all had small offices within the section of the Archive’s London offices that had been designated for the MRD. Most of us practically lived here when we were on a case, and I was no exception. I grabbed my toiletries bag and headed for the agent locker room. Maybe a shower would help reset me before I made another pot of strong tea and dove back in.

The locker rooms were co-ed, which I thought was completely strange until one of the female agents explained that by the time they all had undergone training and field acclimation, they’d seen each other naked dozens of times.

“You get a little desensitized,” she admitted. “Besides, if anyone is uncomfortable, there’s gendered locker rooms on the upper floor.”

I didn’t really care either way but usually the ones on our floor were too crowded so I used the gendered ones. But tonight I was just too tired and I assumed I was alone.

I was wrong.

I’d just gotten under the warm spray in one of the stalls, closed my eyes and started to relax when I heard the unmistakable click of claws on the tile floor.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Burning the midnight oil?” Zach’s voice carried a sneer. “Your little spell not work?”

“It’s not a fix all,” I snapped as I lathered up with the soap and tried to ignore the fact that Zach took the stall right next to mine.

“Or a fix anything apparently.”

“Did you hang around just for the opportunity to give me shit?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, I had actual work to do.”

I couldn’t hold back the loud grunt of frustration and rinsed the soap off. All joy in the pleasure of a perfect temperature shower went out the window. I swear, this asshole could ruin ANYTHING.

I turned off the water and grabbed my towel at the same time Zach did, our hands tangling.

“That’s my towel!” I said as he snagged it off the hook.

“No, I hung mine there.”

“God damn it hand me the fucking towel!”

“You left yours on the bench!” he yelled.

I peeked around the stall door and cringed.

He was right, the fucker.

I wasn’t shy about my body and I was too tired to really give a fuck about this jerk seeing me in all my wet glory so I stepped out of the stall and marched up to my towel.

“You’re welcome,” he snarled, standing buck naked in the doorway of the shower room.

I ignored him and propped my foot on the bench so I could dry my leg off. 

It was then that I noticed the enormous cock swinging between his beefy thighs. And the fact that it was standing at attention.

Was he getting aroused by the sight of me drying off?

Why was that thought so damn hot all of a sudden? Was I really that fucking desperate for a shag that I’d fuck this asshole?

This asshole who had a cock horn that was currently leaking golden fluid onto a dick that was actually getting bigger.

My pussy, traitor that she was, clenched and my clit quivered.

I tried to ignore him, but Zach took a deep inhale and chuckled.

“You getting hot at the sight of my dick little Witch?”

“You getting hard at the sight of my cunt?” I challenged, propping my other foot on the bench and stepping to the side to expose my bare attributes.

He took a slow step toward me, glittering, dark eyes took their time running down my body, which was still damp. Finally he looked me in the eyes, a deep scowl on his broad face.

“What if I am?” his voice rumbled, and he leaned closer.

What happened next, I still can’t explain.

My hands yanked him by his broad shoulders just as he grabbed me by the back of the neck. Our mouths crashed onto one another as we fought for dominance, tongues and teeth clashed.

I was so fucking aroused that I was driven by pure instinct and base need. In the back of my mind I was screaming at how wrong this was. I hated this guy. But that only made it hotter.

“I’m gonna teach you how to show some damn respect to your–,” he began.

“Elders?” I finished for him.

He growled and spun me around until my hands were braced against a nearby wall.

“I’m going to enjoy fucking this pussy,” he said in my ear. “Or are you a cock sucker? You want my cum on your tits, down your throat?”

“Someone took their Viagra today,” I said, unable to stifle a groan when he brutally pinched my nipples.

“You like that? You want me to use you like a sex doll? Like a little whore?”

“How do you know I’m not using you like a whore?” I shot back and grabbed his dick.

It was a bit of an awkward angle but I managed to squeeze the meaty girth and stroke him hard.

He let out a deep rumble, his eyes rolled back for a second and I laughed in delight.

He was soonback control as he shoved two thick fingers deep inside of me. I was so wet that the noises he made as he eagerly finger fucked me were obscene but the heel of his hand was also hitting my clit so I was suddenly incapable of speech as waves of sensation rolled through me.

“Beg me for my cock” Zach demanded. 

“No.”

He yanked his fingers out and before I could even mourn the loss, a sharp stinging pain rocked through me.

The asshole had spanked me!

And I’d liked it.

Again and again his hand came down on my bare ass until I was crying out from the pain.

“So pretty with my marks on you,” Zach chuckled. “Maybe I’ll make you my little office fuck toy. Would you like that?”

“I don’t know,” I panted, “you haven’t fucked me yet. How do I know you can deliver?”

“You just can’t help it can you?”

He swatted me six more times, and by now tears were coursing down my cheeks but I wasn’t sure if it was from the spanking or the fact that I was so horny if I didn’t get fucked right the hell now I would die.

“I’m going to have so much fun stretching your pussy.”

“Big words usually don’t mean a big– Ugh!”

He was not gentle and I didn’t care. His cock was huge, I could feel that even if I couldn’t see it. He worked himself into me with rough thrusts until I could feel his heavy balls slapping against me.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned.  “I’m not gonna be slow.”

“Good. I want you to fuck me hard.”

He groaned, his thick hands dug into my flesh as he swirled his hips, still buried balls deep inside of me. I let out a long moan at how fucking good it felt when Zach’s finger was suddenly rubbing on my clit. It was fast, two circles and he was gone.

“No,” I complained

Until a new sensation started.

Warmth built from where he’d touched, filling me like a wave.

He’d rubbed some of the aphrodisiac from his cock horn on my clit.

“I want to feel you come at least twice before I fill you up. You okay with me coming inside this tight pussy of yours?”

My head was still clear enough to nod.

“I’ve got an implant and I was tested recently.”

“Me too.”

“This doesn’t mean I like you,” I glared over my shoulder.

He was a dark being, drenched in shadows as his wings flared out behind his massive body and he stared down at me. I hated to admit how fucking hot he looked right now.

“Same, you’re still a pain in my ass.”

“Good, then start fucking me before I change my mind.”

He actually laughed, a deep, jagged sound.

“You’re such a little shit.”

And then we both were lost.

He fucked me hard and long. The slapping of our bodies and the uninhibited screams and groans echoed through the empty locker room. The first orgasm hit me hard and fast. My body shook and I was reeling, but Zach didn’t slow down. 

And I loved it.

Loved being fucked rough and thoroughly by this giant Gargoyle.

Loved how taboo this felt. I hated this asshole, and yet I wanted more.

When the second orgasm hit me I was crying. My clit was so sensitive, my entire body was shaking, on fire and flying apart all at once.

I didn’t think I could take much more when Zach’s hard thrusts started to get erratic and then he was swearing in a breathy, groaning voice as he emptied himself.

“Fuck Kat,” he said, using my name for the first time ever as he trailed biting kisses up my spine. “You took me so well.”

I felt so good I didn’t even mind the little bit of admiration I suddenly had for how talented Zach was with his giant cock.

When he pulled out of me, his cum poured of me and dripped down my thighs.

“Wait here,” he said.

When he came back, he had a warm washcloth. I reached for it but he ignored me and knelt on the floor and started to gently wipe his cum off my skin.

“I can do that,” I whispered as I looked down at him.

“I made the mess, I’ll clean it up.”

His voice was back to that sharp bite he had ever time we spoke, but now I heard the subtle difference, a softness. Seeing this huge Gargoyle kneeling and being so gentle with me was…well, it was kinda sweet.

But even so, I refused to fall for him. He was my co-worker, and one good fuck didn’t mean we were meant to be together. Just because our hate fuck was fun, didn’t mean I was gonna throw away all the anger I had at him for all the snide comments.

When he was finished he paused, staring at the hand marks on my ass that I could just barely see.

“I hope I wasn’t too rough,” he rumbled. “I should’ve asked first, I’m sorry.”

“Stop,” I said, standing up straight and putting my hands on my hips. “I would’ve stopped you if I didn’t want it.”

He stood, and crossed his massive arms, a smug smile on his face.

“Oh really?”

“What? Just because you’re huge and I’m a ‘little Witch’?”

“Exactly.”

I snorted and shook my head, but the anger I usually felt after an interaction like this was less sharp.

I’m just tired…my defenses are down…doesn’t mean a damn thing.

“Like I couldn’t have you on your knees again faster than you could get the upper hand,” I said.

“That sounds like a challenge.”

I gave him a wide grin, swiped a finger down the length of his still hard shaft and walked away. Leave them wanting more wasn’t just good advice for show business.

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