Chapter Ten
Ebenezer
Iam watching the sky through the archways to the balcony. This is not going well.
This rebel’s daughter is entirely too high spirited. She will shame us. I could lose my position, Theo his command, Arch his Earlship. We are fucked unless we figure out the key to her.
I spin, meeting my bondeds’ eyes. “What will tame her?”
I take a slow breath. I sound frantic and I cannot be frantic. I must be studied, I must think logically.
Arch raises an eyebrow, but speaks lowly, “I don’t want our female tame. I want her well-behaved. And swollen with our wingling. Those are not the same thing.”
“She needs to understand we will be making the decisions, but that we will grow to have feelings for her. And that we will always be concerned with her needs,” Theo says, unusually serious. He flashes his playboy grin, “And that we know exactly what to do with a sassy female’s mouth.”
Arch nods, “Yes, she will learn now that we are in command of her body.”
I glance back at the sky; it’s been five minutes. I open my mouth but I hear the bathroom door open. All three of us turn to watch our bride.
Fuck, she is gorgeous. Her skin is that odd pink-brown shade but the little thatch of hair between her legs is a respectable black, and her hair on her head shines like copper.
Her body is soft curves, not the sharp angles of our females and I’m dying to find out if her flesh is as yielding as it looks.
She walks towards us like the Goddess of the Night: bold, uncovered, utterly radiant. I’m struck dumb for a moment but I manage to shake myself. I see my bondmates are similarly enraptured. This is bad.
“Theo,” I command, “Where did you put the kit?”
Our bride’s eyes flick between us, the question is obvious on her face. I will let Arch lead though, so when he’s quiet, I do not answer her silent query.
Theo retrieves the bag that Erik had handed each chime before leaving.
“Come, little one,” Arch commands, “It is time we master your body.”
Fear flickers across her face, and even though it dissipates quickly, I fight the unusual urge to cross to her and stroke her face. Instead I turn on my heel and pace to stand beside Arch. Theo joins us, still holding the kit.
“May I ask something?” she says quietly, as she starts to descend the stairs to the living room.
“Your privileges should be severely limited given your attitude,” I rumble, though I still ache to take her in my arms, “But it is only your first night. What is it, bride?”
“Will... will you ever call me by my name?” Her hesitation strikes my heart.
Arch clears his throat, and holds out his hand to her.
“When an omega gargoyle joins a chime, they are not called by name, merely omega or center, until names are earned. Only then do we have the honor of calling them by their given name. Since the treaty is using human women to do the main work of our omegas—to bear our young—the tradition has stood.”
She places her tiny hand in Arch’s and her nakedness is delineated by our clothes. Arch pushes her gently onto the couch.
“You are expected to follow any bedroom order,” I say to her, and her eyes flick to me. A spark flares behind her eyes and I interrupt her obvious thought, “And do not assume that means merely the location.”
She deflates a little and looks away.
“Spread for us, bride,” Arch growls, his voice low and needy. Theo’s eyes flick to me. He heard it too.
She leans back into the couch, meeting Arch’s eyes and slowly, as if she was treating us to a show of her own volition, spreads her pale thighs.
Arch kneels, slowly, not breaking her gaze, wings folded, likely to get a better view of her core.
When Theo drops to his knees next to Arch and places his thumbs under our bride’s thighs, palms flat upon her legs, and presses her open, studying her core, I realize I did not prepare my bonded. A gasp escapes her but she endures the inspection without argument.
I sigh in frustration. Between the two of them kneeling in front of her, she looks like a little Queen holding court. This will not improve her attitude, I am sure of it.
The three of us, as any chime, are all lovers.
And Arch, as in life, is the leader, usually.
But I am worried that my knowledge of humans, not to mention his obvious soft spot for our female, means I am going to have to take over.
I don’t know how Arch will feel about that.
Theo won’t mind. Theo minds very little.
I take a deep breath, purposefully not looking at our bride and step between my bonded.
“You will see that the shape of her external sex organs is similar to our females, but plumper. Human women have an external pleasure center at the top of their slit, in addition to the internal one as our females have. They also have larger, more sensitive breasts. They are not merely for the feeding of young, as in our species.”
Theo’s hand moves to cup one and I realize her eyes are locked on me and absolute rage is dancing in them. It’s gone within a moment and she drops her gaze.
I smile and continue, “Human females have three holes between their legs, only one of which is not intended for sexual usage.”
Our bride makes a noise of outrage.
Arch chuckles, “Now, now, little one, you have three alpha gargoyles to satisfy. Surely you could have expected that your mouth, cunt and tight little ass would be used?”
Her eyes are wide and her mouth open but she quickly snaps it shut. My eyes narrow as I watch her force her body to relax.
Arch continues in his kind tone, “Don’t worry, we will never permanently harm or disfigure your body.”
I’m watching her expression and I can tell she is struggling to keep her mouth shut and remain pliant. Best to break her now.
“Yes, bride, we should start training your asshole tonight.” I smirk as I say it and she can’t handle it.
“Fuck that. I don’t like anal sex. I am not agreeing to it.” She crosses her arms stubbornly, abandoning her languid, in-control pose.
Theo laughs, “Sweetling, you did agree to it. Your signature is on file with your government. Your life, your home, here in New United, proves it.”
She huffs, face turning a concerning shade of pink. “I did not agree to be used however you feel like! I agreed to, if my number came up, attempt to produce a child for you.”
Arch shakes his head, “Bride, I was involved in crafting the language of the peace treaty. You, and every other human woman that did not leave, agreed to our sexual use as we see fit.”
I watch her struggle for control of herself. I would find it incredibly attractive and a sign of an intelligent, resourceful partner if I was not concerned for her ties to the Rebels.
She stands suddenly, leaving Arch and Theo to hop to their feet quickly.
Arch is finally getting fed up with her behavior and I’m thankful for it. It will go easier if he decides it for himself. I simply need to provoke her into misbehavior.
“Come now, bride, it is time for your first taste of gargoyle cock.” My crude language is a goad. I want her to snap.
I start to unlace my breeches, “Unless, that is, you’ve paired with one of our kind before?” I raise an eyebrow as I smirk.
The noise that leaves her mouth is utter rage and she acts so quickly I cannot believe it. She slams the flat of her hand into Theo’s nose, hard, and dances around his hunched body, headed for me.
But she’s tugged backwards as she yelps and Arch carries her around to the side of the couch, pressing her forward at the waist. He leaves a hand on the back of her neck, using the other to slap her rounded pink ass. I watch it jiggle as she squeals and squirms.
“Quite enough, little one,” Arch grumbles, as he continues to discipline her; albeit rather cautiously given she’s a human. His smacks are rhythmic and alternating sides. I watch his large palm cover one of her ass cheeks and see the bloom it causes on her unusual skin.
I worry for a moment that Arch has forgotten that we must be careful with her.
But she doesn’t quit fighting. Theo straightens, wiping a bit of black blood from his face. “I believe I owe her a few,” he murmurs.
“Indeed,” Arch agrees. He steps aside, but as soon as his hand is off her neck, our bride presses herself up, face red but not teary. I frown. My time with human women in Project Selene, would have lead to me to believe that she would be crying for mercy, obviously penitent.
But instead she is rage and indignation, so at odds with the facade she was projecting earlier.
Theo is fast and easily pins her down, ass up, over the couch. He kicks her legs apart and slides between them. Her toes can just barely touch the ground, bent over the couch made for creatures of our size.
“Naughty girls get punished. Naughty girls get fucked and left wanting.” He thrusts himself against her, his hard cock, covered by straining breeches, rubbing against her core.
He flicks a glance up at us and frowns. I am unsure of why, but he starts to spank her in earnest, harder and faster than Arch.
It’s odd to see Theo doling out discipline, but it makes me hard.
“You will learn to take whatever you are given, bride, and to get on your knees and thank us for it,” Theo growls. His last slaps make her cry out in pain and he immediately stops, rubbing her disturbingly pink bottom with his large, cool palm.
He leans over her body, grinding himself against her again and I hear him say lowly, “You will stay in this position until I return for you, or else I will take a proper paddle to your ass. Do you understand?”
I watch her shining head nod, into the couch.
Theo steps away from her gorgeous body and heads to us, grabbing each of our arms in one hand and herding us into the closest private room, my bedroom. He kicks the door shut behind him and collapses on the bed, head in hands.
“She’s not wet,” he mumbles. His eyes meet mine, “Do human women not produce lubricant when aroused?” He looks almost hopeful.
“They should. They do. Mayhap not enough for our cocks the size of ours, but they produce some. We include bottles of lubricant in each kit to help... ease things.” I frown again, disliking the thought of my female not being aroused.
“Omegas enjoy rough play universally,” I say quietly, “But our understanding of human women is that not all do. Or, at least, not all do naturally, but can be trained as such.”
Arch growls, “I want a high-spirited female, but she should be soaked and ready for mounting after a brisk spanking. Our bride was not.”