The mote would not be easily tossed, but he would dart out of the pit and under the skull once it was set down. His initial reaction had been to attack, but now he was outnumbered by creatures larger then himself. Wendy's words spoke to him, the grasped him in a primal way. he had been born in that pit, and been alone. He felt compelled to join a group,it made sense. He poked his head out of the skull and then turned to face the sudden loud roar that was emitted by the gargoyle. The mote ducked back into his skull.<br/><br/>The gargoyle's roar was a reaction to his orgasm. He flooded the blonde with his cum, and dug his claws in deeper. When he finished, he lunged forward again, claws extended, eyes locked on Wendy.