Chapter Seventeen
Fern
Iawake the next afternoon, still feeling completely wrung out. I stretch my sore arms and shoulders and realize that I’m laying next to one of them, in a bed, not on a cold closet floor.
Maybe if they had petitioned instead of attacking large groups of humans, we might have been more open to the idea of sharing power.
Unfortunately for us, they were stronger and near impossible to find during the day.
It had been a bad decade for humans, especially when we realized there were a few other “near-human-intelligence” monsters.
Vampires, werewolves, and gargoyles, oh my. To be honest, there might be more species that are still in hiding, avoiding taking sides in the years long wars.
I frown, thinking back to yesterday. The end of the night is a bit hazy. I do remember these three gargoyles playing my body like I was a cheap kazoo.
I blush deeply. I had acted totally brazen.
Fully strung out with need. And while I had heard the rumors about how their seed could.
.. entice a human, if I am honest, the driving need for them had awoken before I had swallowed their fluids down.
Something about them... so large and gentle while being commanding.
.. I’ve spent most of my life on high-alert, ready for any danger or attack.
But with them... it’s almost as if my nervous system recognizes what a danger they are—to anything that would harm me.
The seed thing... the fact that gargoyles cum makes humans horny. Well, perhaps I should be insulted about being drugged by jizz, but truly, I had been dying to touch them before any of that. They all smell so wonderful.
I roll onto my belly, pillowing my face on my arms. Ugh, my butt has a toy in it.
They see this as fully normal and expected.
I had never heard that about them, about their women, that anal sex was.
.. common, expected, pleasurable. But I recall hushed conversations in the rebel halls, that their males could carry young.
As a small child, it had seemed wonderful to me; that that duty did not fall to females alone.
My eyes fall upon the one with the horns.
Theo. His face is the most... boyish. He’s very attractive, really.
He’s on his side with his wings tucked low.
Behind him, his arm thrown over Theo’s side in a totally endearing manner, is Ben.
Ben’s face, even in repose, is stern. I think about him again.
He has been... very nervous around me. Concerned.
I frown again. They should be nervous. I’m going to kill them.
But somehow, the heat I normally can summon, is not there.
The hell with that, I think angrily. Yesterday I had tried to be confident and sexy, to use the sex, to use their lust as a means for future escape.
But they had shown me my position here. And dammit if my body hadn’t responded.
So I accepted it; let my mind go silent, instead of repeating what a traitor I am.
A cool hand lands delicately on the back of my thigh, just below my butt cheek and curls around into the crease of my legs. I turn my face and Arch is sitting on the edge of the bed, touching me tenderly.
“Good morning little one. Are you sore?”
I clear my throat. “My muscles, a bit.”
He chuckles, “I meant between your legs.”
“No.” I quickly add, “Sir.”
“That’s good.” His hand slides up, between my cheeks and I whine.
He laughs quietly again, “More of this, eh? You’ll get used to our mastery of your body eventually.” His fingers grab the trainer and tug it halfway out, sliding it in and out of my bottom as I lay frozen.
“Hmm,” he rumbles out, half a purr. “Or maybe not. Maybe you enjoy the debasement. Which we understand, though anal sex is not seen as odd or embarrassing in any way in our society. You saw me fuck Theo’s tight ass yesterday, yes?”
I nod into the pillow, face flaming.
“Grip down, I’m going to remove it. I want you to use the bathroom before we start the day’s activities.”
I don’t know how I could possibly be more embarrassed than I am but I do as he tells me.
WHEN I RETURN FROM the restroom, Arch is sitting on the edge of the bed, thighs spread, as Ben kneels before him.
I watch Arch’s long, thick grey cock slide in and out of Ben’s mouth, slowly, reverently.
Ben’s angular cheeks hollow as he suckles his leader’s dick.
His movements are languorous and devoted.
He pulls back all the way and licks and kisses the tip before taking it down his throat, his mouth widening as he gets close to Arch’s balls, and I see the ridges on Arch’s cock are darker, more pronounced.
His balls hang heavy and dark and larger than any human man’s I’ve seen.
I’m oddly aroused by them. I want to cup them and feel their weight.
I want to feel them slap against me, feel them under my ass as I ride that big cock to an orgasm.
I shake myself. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I hear Theo chuckle and turn to look at him.
“I smell you, sweetling, you like watching them. Tell me, what exactly were you thinking?”
I shake my head, silent.
He lets out a low growl. “Tell me, little bride.”
I bite my lip, unable to voice my dirty thoughts, as I press my thighs together, seeking friction.
Theo chuckles and sits up, sitting at the edge of the bed and reaches out, taking my hand and pulling me slowly to him. He spreads his legs so I stand between them. His other hand raises to cup my pussy but does nothing more than leave his cool hand over my mound, pressing firmly.
“Mates who don’t do as told get spanked, sweetling. Tell me what you were thinking of as I smelled your cunt get hot and wet for us.”
I shake my head again, unable to say it.
“Choices have consequences, my dear,” he rumbles with a chuckle as he easily tosses me over his lap, my ass up.
My mind quickly slips away as I get lost in the rhythmic slaps of his large palm on my ass, in the disbelief that I’m lying compliant and embarrassed over a goyle’s knee, my wet pussy surely visible.
I start to cry out just as I hear Arch finish in Ben’s mouth and the thought stops my noises, my heat increasing.
The swats stop and I tilt my head to see Arch pulling Ben to him to kiss him deeply and thoroughly.
But two wet fingers are smoothly inserted into my asshole and I cry out. Suddenly, hands are caressing my back. Ben.
“Head up, little flower,” he says, his voice rough with need. I obey to find his cock in my face, his hand wrapped around the base and without thought, my mouth opens.
“Good girl, that’s it. I have what you need,” he purrs as he feeds me his cock.
The taste of him on my lips makes my mouth water, the flavor of his seed savory and delightful. What the fuck.
He uses a hand to pull my hair back out of my face as he smoothly, slowly rocks his hips into my mouth.
I hear Arch speaking to Theo and lube is dripped onto my ass, Theo’s fingers still inside me. I feel, more than see, Arch kneel down on the floor next to my upturned bottom. I whimper in displeasure, but can do naught else as Ben uses my mouth.
“This is the largest trainer, little one. After this, the only thing larger is our cocks. We’ll print you something custom, perhaps a bit smaller than this, to leave in for daily wear, so we can use your ass as we please,” Arch’s voice says from behind me just as something wet and large is placed against me when Theo removes his fingers.
Theo’s other hand strokes my back but I start to whimper and squirm.
Ben has pulled his dick out of my mouth, and is standing, stroking himself and running the head over my lips while he watches what his bonded are doing to me.
The toy is pressed in, slowly but relentlessly and, without meaning too, my feet press and kick, trying to escape, but the three of them merely laugh.
A hand holds my lower back and Arch presses the trainer in harder.
I whine and when the ring of muscle finally can’t take any more pressure and it opens, admitting the toy, I squeal.
Tears fill my eyes at the helpless feeling inside me.
“It’s too big! Truly! It hurts,” I whine.
Their prehensile tails all touch me at the same time. Theo shifts, and his hand is suddenly under me, circling my clit hard and slow.
“It is big, for you, flower,” Ben says, voice rough with need. “But you’ll wear it nonetheless. It’s certainly better than us mounting your ass, one after the other, without training.”
Theo adds, “Just relax into it. Clench down and release. Let me pleasure you; rub this delightful little clit. It makes it so easy to have you finish in my hand, I love it. You’ll feel better once this wet little pussy is pleased.”
Just before I orgasm, a thought flits through my brain. When I escape, I might miss their skilled hands and mouths.