Chapter Eighteen
Archibald
After our little bride recovers from her orgasm and finishes Ben with her mouth, I carry her to the living room and gently put her on the breeding bench. None of us even bother with the restraints. She’s cum-drunk, wet and horny and whimpering for another release.
Yesterday we had touched and licked, but none of us thought she was ready to take our cocks, as we had initially planned.
So she pleasured us with her mouth, and we made her cum again and again for us.
We had hoped between the seed, and the attention, she might come to desire us on her own, to trust in us.
I’m not sure we achieved that, but she’s being so calmly submissive and following directions well, so I’ll consider that a win.
Her body molds to the bench, knees on the lower portion, belly supported, hands on the dropped front, and head up, eyes lidded and lips parted. Ben brings a glass of water and helps her sip it.
“Bride, we’re going to take you now, in the tradition of our kind. Do you consent?”
Her gaze is distant and I squat in front of her.
“What... does that mean?” She says, breathy. She seems to be struggling for control.
The three of us grin as one.
I answer, “I will fuck and seed your little human cunt. Theodore will fuck my seed deeper into your womb before adding his. And finally Ebenezer will take you and breed you as well, little one. You will be ours, full of our seed, perhaps incubating our wingling. You will be our bride. Our sweet little mate.”
She pants, hips rocking, seeking touch. Ben frowns and I see his hand twitch, his need to assuage, to help, our little bride, clear.
But she blinks hard, focusing, “Your bonded? Your center?”
I frown as my hand strokes over her hip. “No, little bride, not yet. You cannot become our bonded until we officially bind. You cannot be our center until you are trusted with our chime’s decisions. But this is the first step.”
Her voice is needy and angry. “This means nothing then. You dipshits just want to get your dicks wet,” she pants.
My patience with our wee, grumpy bride fractures and I step behind her spread legs.
She needs to submit. We owe her no quarter; her body is ours to do with as we see fit, by her own signature upon the treaty.
We could have done this the moment I landed in our home with her, terrified and frantic and feeling no pleasure.
Instead we have been patient and slow and kind.
And in return, she still hates us, it turns out. My heart deflates a bit at that thought. I had hoped she was coming around.
I grab the lubrication and squirt a healthy amount of my aching cock.
I stroke my cock with one hand as I use the other to rub her clit hard.
Her body quickly approaches the edge again.
I let go of my cock to slip two fingers into her hot cunt.
Just as she is about to shatter, I remove my touch. She whines, miserable.
“Do you consent?” I ask roughly.
She shakes her head, stubborn.
I grin, looking at Ben and Theo. “Seems our bride needs to be edged a bit.”
We do not need her verbal consent, it is already given per the treaty.
But I want it. Fuck, I want it so bad.
Theo drops to his knees behind her and licks up her slit as she whimpers.
He drops down and pulls her clit into his mouth, working it with his tongue.
Ben is stroking his cock, getting seed to drip; he feeds it to our bride.
When she growls angrily, I look back to see Theo having sat back. She pants and squirms.
“Do you consent to be taken in the manner of our kind?” I ask again.
“No!” She spits, angry, before Ben offers her his cock again, which she takes willingly. We all chuckle.
Theo’s mouth is on her again, and I run my tail up and down her cunt, letting the end press against her opening but not breaching her.
Her hips push backwards, searching, as she whimpers.
Ben fists his cock roughly, bringing more seed to our bride’s lips.
She jerks back, trying to impale herself as she starts to pant in the manner we’ve all learned means she’s about to finish, so Theo and I remove our touch.
We all stare at her, kneeling over the breeding bench, smelling incredible and needy, panting and trying to control herself. Gods, I want to eat her whole, that wonderful scent of forest and spice that emanates from her.
“Fuck, she is a gorgeous mess. I’m dying to fuck her,” Theo says reverently. “Perhaps we should use the trainer in her ass, see if she can come from that alone?” There is a teasing edge to his voice and as expected, she cries out a denial.
“Little bride,” Ben says lowly, “Let us fuck you. Let us pleasure you. We promise you’ll finish over and over. We’re going to love the feel of your cunt clamping down on our fat cocks.”
I swallow, “Do you consent to be taken?”
This time she is still; no resistance.
“Say. It.” I command.
A whisper, “...yes.”
“Take our cocks, then, bride, and become ours,” I growl, as I line my cock up against her cunt.
She growls at the traditional words, but I thrust into her.
Oh, Night Goddess, she is hot and tight.
I do not pause, I slide in, slow but steady.
Without the lubrication I would have to stuff her slowly, but with, I can slip inside, feeling her hot inner flesh part for me.
My eyes close as I nearly bottom out inside her, my knot just kissing her pussy, my hips pressing against her ass.
She whimpers, her body obviously ready to take our seed, to start our bonding.
The large trainer is noticeable through the thin layer between her pussy and ass. She is stretched tight.
My eyes are focused on where her body swallows my cock, her trainer visible, her hips shifting almost imperceptibly. I hear Ben check in with her, making sure she’s not in pain.
“Too much, flower?” he asks softly.
“Yes, yes,” she pants with my small, rocking thrusts.
“Are you being torn? Harmed?” he questions, tilting her chin so she meets his eyes.
“No,” she growls, “But it stings. Just... so big...”
“You’ll adjust; we’ll use the cream when this is over. Take it like a good little bride,” he answers before kissing her forehead.
As he speaks to her, I grab the lubrication and pour more onto my throbbing cock, working it back and forth in small thrusts, wetting her cunt more.
I start to truly fuck her, mate her, at that. I take what I need, pounding into her, chasing my release. This is what I’ve been needing, to be buried inside my female, my center, my mate.
I know my seed, when I finish, will likely cause her to orgasm, but as I expected, she starts to come as I fuck her, her already tight cunt gripping me.
I stretch my wings up and back, to their full height, as is traditional in a mating.
If our little bride had wings, she would tuck them in and allow me to hold them down in an ultimate show of submission.
As she has none, I hold her hips tightly; she cannot escape, nor will she try.
She’s grunting with each thrust, each slap of my hips to her soft ass, but says naught.
I finish easily, my balls pulling up and my cum squirting hard and long into my bride. The splash of it inside her causes her mouth to open as she keens, her pussy gripping my length as another orgasm takes her. I stroke her back and purr for her; pleased with her.
I fill her with my cum, my back arching and wings twitching. Her body grips me like a vise and when the hold of her cunt on my cock loosens as her orgasm ends, I pull out.
Theo steps behind her. I collapse on the couch as I watch Theo shake out his wings and raise them before driving into our bride.
His groan is almost pained as he sheaths himself inside her.
“Stones, she feels fucking incredible,” he pants as he starts to rut her, his hands on her back where her wings would be. I watch some of my seed drip to the floor, forced out to make room for Theo. Night Goddess, this is all so much, so hot.
Ben checks on her again, taking her chin in his hand as he stands. “Eyes on me, little flower,” his voice rough with need.
“I...” she starts, pausing as Theo thrusts into her body hard. “Hate.” Thrust. “You.”
I watch, arms over the back of the couch, legs spread, wet, drained cock laying on my thigh. I don’t think I’ve ever been more pleased; ever loved a sight more. My bonded mating our bride.
“Yes, well, I expect that feeling to fade,” I say confidently.
“Hurting?” Ben asks.
“Yes, please, my clit,” she gasps out.
The three of us chuckle. She’s reacting very strongly to my seed inside her.
“Make me come,” she whimpers, pitiful, body bouncing with Theo’s hard rutting, his hands on the center of her back where her wings would be. “Or I’ll gut you all.”
We laugh again. Spirited little human. Perhaps she is exactly what we needed.
I answer, “No, you’ll wait for Theo’s cum to have another release. If you had been good, I’d be on my knees under your bench, sucking that needy little clit, making sure my bride released over and over again on my bondeds’ cocks.”
She growls but I know from the tension on Theo’s face that she won’t have to wait long.
Sure enough, he moans loudly and holds his length inside her as he finishes. She screams, an orgasm ripping through her. Theo pulls out quickly, stepping back for Ben, who is standing, waiting, hard cock in hand.
Ben’s light grey wings stretch upward and he mounts our quivering bride. The tips of his wings shiver as he grips her plush hips. More seed drips loudly to the floor from her filled cunt.
“She’s perfect,” he gasps, just as he start to fuck her hard and fast. Theo curls up at my side, laying his head on my chest as we watch them.
“Bride,” I say, as I watch her body rock on the breeding bench, “Do you need another release?”
Not turning to look at me, she spits, “Yes. Fuck you.”
We all laugh and Theo answers tiredly from where he is cuddled with me, “We’ll let you straddle us and ride yourself to as many orgasms as you please, just as soon as you start behaving.”
Ben’s hips snap fast and out of rhythm and I know he’s about to finish.
His back curls and he leans forward over our bride as he cries out his release.
Her little body goes rigid and silent as she finishes hard.
After a few heartbeats she cries out and goes limp on the bench.
Ben pulls out of her hot body and folds in his wings as his eyes land on us.
Theo stands and they head to the kitchen.
I stretch and cross to our bride, who is now whimpering quietly.
She’s going to want to find release over and over again with this much of our seed inside her.
A well behaved omega would be lifted off the bench and allowed to use our bodies as she pleased until the seed fever left her.
I squat in front of her, frowning. Her eyes are closed and her hips are rocking slightly.
She’s high spirited, and, surprisingly, I love it.
But she must accept her place. I don’t think the way to her is through impact play, as she showed no signs of that that has taught her submission.
Treating her to orgasm after orgasm did nothing.
If neither punishment nor rewards motivate her, I am unsure of what to do.
I’ll ask my bonded their thoughts on it later, I tell myself.
They return and coax our bride into drinking and eating a few bites, leaving her on the bench. I turn to the kit and dig out a sex toy.
“Little one, what do humans call a sex toy that is modeled after a human’s dick?” I ask as I step behind her.
Her head lifts a bit and she clears her throat. “A... dildo?”
“Mmm. That makes this is a gargoyle dildo. It’s not as large as any of us, though, bride.”
Her hips press back and a low whine escapes her. I let the blunt head drag through her folds.
“Stones, bride, you are an utter mess. What a dirty girl for us, ass up–and stuffed–and cunt dripping our cum. Fuck, you’re gorgeous. We should keep you in this state all day, every day.”
“She’s pink again,” Theo says happily. “I love the idea of our seed running down her thighs all the time.”
I press the toy into her. “This is our wet, needy little pussy, bride. Do you understand?”
When she doesn’t answer, I slap her ass with my hand.
“Yes! Sirs.”
I fuck her with the toy and she whimpers and squirms, hips humping down against the bench. I chuckle, “If we hadn’t dropped the support under your pussy, you’d be making yourself come right now, wouldn’t you, you naughty girl?”
“Yes Sirs.” Her hips rock back as I continue to thrust the toy into her body. “Don’t. Even. Need. You.”
I bark out a laugh, “Stones, woman, you don’t know when to quit, do you?” I thrust the toy into her and command, “Hold onto it. If it drops, you’ll be punished.”
I use my tail to stroke her leg as I grab the trainer in her ass and tug it out roughly.
The squeal she lets out has an edge to it and I see Theo catch my eye.
He crosses to us and grabs the base of the dildo that our bride had held onto like a good girl.
He fucks her with it as I fuck her ass. She quickly starts to come, body thrusting back and mouth open as she whimpers loudly.
Theo, quickly says in a low voice, “I don’t think she is ready for her ass to be taken.”
I nod. She’s struggling enough. I’m not sure if some anal would improve or worsen her mood so I’m going to listen to Theo here.
This ‘females not enjoying their asshole filled’ is odd to me; if she was a gargoyle, I would expect her to be begging for a good ass fuck. So her being resistant to it confounds me.
Ben scoops her up, snuggling her into his chest. “Poor bride, the seed fever can be rough. Even our omegas feel it. Let’s clean you up and we’ll let you rub that useful little clit of yours against our ridges until you settle.” He kisses the top of her head.
I frown hard as a thought hits me. None of us have truly kissed her.