Chapter Thirteen
Theodore
Ipick up the empty plate and fork from our bride’s little nest and bring it to the sink. She says nothing, sitting cross-legged. It looks so odd without wings tucked behind her that I stare for a moment. Anger flares on her face but she merely, silently, looks away.
I sigh internally. Perhaps Arch should have listened to Ben.
This one is intractable. Instead of being buried in a sweet, wet cunt this morning, I woke to Arch pushing my knees apart and taking me. Not that I minded that. But I had just been excited for a female to play with.
Our bride, Fern, my mind says, must be trained, must learn to accept her position in our lives for the next year. Longer, if she gives us a babe. That part of the treaty was well-hidden.
But I doubt any female would want to leave a child of their blood though, so it doesn’t really matter.
She’s so angry; we must release that anger, and the fear that underlies it, like training an animal. I frown to myself as I wash dishes, disliking the comparison, but she really must break through that in order to bond with us. And how would I have broken a young, untried, unruly pegasus?
Direct commands, swift corrections, and easy praise.
I fear Ben is too clinical, too angry, too mistrustful, for some reason that I can’t pin, to walk the line between training her to accept her position and truly breaking her.
And Arch. Well, he’s enamoured of her, even I can see that.
That leaves me. I sigh as I grab a towel to dry my hands. This could make her hate me. This could drive her away from me. Fuck. This is a disaster. If only we had an omega to center around, who knew and understood their place in our lives.
“Bend over the table, little one,” Arch says.
Ben’s tail picks up the bag with the supplies from the facility, plopping it onto the table, as his eyes stay on our human.
She quickly looks away, an obvious internal battle going on in her head.
I growl, “Do it freely or you’ll be made to, and you’ll add to your consequences.”
As expected, she hesitates. So I scoop her up quickly and stride to the table, folding her body over it and leaving my palm on the back of her neck. She says nothing, skin pinking, and legs firmly closed.
“Ben, you should bring the bench to the living room, I think we’re going to need it,” I suggest quietly.
“Now, sweetling,” I say mildly, hand grazing over her back where her wings would be, “We’ll be training all your holes today.
Today will be hard for you, I believe, given what we’ve seen of your.
.. personality. Trust me when I say that we can do things the easy way or the hard way and that the hard way will still accomplish our goals but will be much, much more embarrassing for you. ”
She makes a noise but I can’t discern the emotion behind it. Arch comes and stands next to me, his hand starting to stroke her hip. “So soft,” he murmurs, gathering up her hair to quickly plait it. “I want to see all of you, little bride.”
“Now, bride, I’m going to remove your trainer from your ass. I want you to use the bathroom before we begin.”
The sound that escapes her is pure outrage.
I can’t help the smirk that lights my face.
“Don’t test me on this, sweetling. You do not want our ‘help’ in the bathroom.
We’re not really into that as a rule—though some chimes are—but if our little flower needs help, of course we will provide assistance.
” I pause to see if she fights but she’s still.
“Now, I’m going to remove this, and you’re going to crawl to the bathroom, do you understand? ”
She nods silently and I slap her ass hard. “Answer.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I roll my eyes at her tone but silently grab the trainer and tug it out quickly. She yelps but slithers off the table and crawls as directed.
When the bathroom door is shut, I turn to my bonded. They are both looking at me with surprise clear on their faces.
“What? Neither of you two are up to it, for different yet unknown reasons.” I cross my arms over my chest.
Ben frowns and it pisses me off.
“Ebenezer, what are you not telling us?” I growl as I head to the living room with the kit. “When I woke in the middle of a cycle, I did some reading on human anatomy so that I know what I’m doing with her. But you’re acting... off.”
Arch adds, “I agree.”
I turn to Arch, “And you are acting like she’s our center already. Even an omega would need to be trained up a bit before they could take their place in the chime.”
Ben lights the fire in the hearth, which is thoughtful, given our bride will spend the day naked and exposed.
Arch clears his throat, his wings lowered in contrition, “Perhaps you’re right, Theo. I am... unnaturally drawn to this human. I will remember myself and my duty.” He turns to Ben, “Now, you. Out with it, quickly.”
Ben’s lips purse and Arch growls lowly. “Stones damnit Ben, I’m tying your wings tonight and punishing you.”
Ben’s eyes flick to the floor and he opens his mouth to say something but we all freeze as we hear the bathroom door open. Our pink faced bride crawls slowly, silently to the stairs into the living room.
Ben steps to her and picks her up, plopping her smoothly on the rug, crouching in front of her. “We would prefer you walking. Show us you can behave, bride, and you can be upon your feet.”
Her face twists. “And I would prefer you all not breathing and upon your backs in the ground.”
A laugh bursts out of Arch. “Stones above, woman. I can’t decide if I should fuck that sassy mouth or spank the attitude out of you.”
“Neither, just yet,” I growl and quickly pick her up and place her on the bench.
She’s limp, unresisting, as the three of us adjust the parts.
I quickly drop the support from between her legs, as I learned that that external pleasure nub makes it easy for human females to achieve release without permission.
Arch adjusts the height, raising her, while Ben does the straps behind her knees and over her arms. She’s in a kneeling position, supported and tied, with her cute little ass angled up at just the right height.
“Comfortable enough?” I ask with a lilt in my voice. “These breeding benches are well made and fully adjustable.”
A small noise of outrage escapes her at that and Arch chuckles.
“Bride, if your attitude does not improve, I believe you’re going to be ass-fucked by all three of us.
Nothing puts a center in their place like being used solely for their mates’ pleasure, and my understanding is that human women must be trained to orgasm from anal, unlike our females. ”
Her face flames red and she lowers her head.
“No, no, little one, that won’t do,” Arch says, stepping in, tail caressing her face as he tugs out the padded chin support. “We want to see that pretty, embarrassed face as we train you.”
I step between her legs and lean over to grab the lubricant.
I slip my fingers between her folds before I apply it, though, hoping to find that she’s turned on by being exposed to us.
Her flesh is hot, but not slick. I slide my fingers forward, finding the nub I’ve read about.
I roll two fingers around it slowly and she gasps, body jerking against the restraints.
“This is good, yes, sweetling?” I ask soothingly as I continue to work her slowly. She’s silent. But as I use the pad of my fingers to circle and press on it, she starts to breathe faster. She seems to hold her body even more still as she practically starts to pant.
“Untie her,” I say to Arch and Ben.
Ben tilts his head but steps forward to follow my directions. “Why Theo?”
“I want her to know that she’s willingly submitting to us. That she’s choosing to behave. That she secretly enjoys this.”
She snaps, “I’m choosing to behave so I don’t get punished more!”
“Mmhmm, sweetling, tell yourself whatever you need to, just keep these pretty thighs spread for me, like a good girl.”
Arch and Ben release the arm and leg restraints. She stays frozen.
Her growl is pure feminine frustration and all three of us grin. Her little cunt is getting wet, whether from my slow rubbing or from the embarrassment, I’m unsure, but I’m beyond excited to see some sexual desire from her.
I pull my hand away and I hear a small noise escape her. I open the lubricant and pour a large amount between her soft cheeks. She gasps and I see Ben watching her face.
My thumb rolls over her puckered hole. “Have you ever taken a cock, here, little bride?”
She’s silent a moment but quietly answers, “A couple times. I do not enjoy it. Sir.”
“You’ll learn to,” I respond, unconcerned, bringing my other hand to her cunt and sliding one thick finger in.
She jerks but remains passive.
“And here?” I hold my breath a moment, nervous for the answer. She’s so tight. Is Ben really sure these human women can take us?
“Yes.”
I sigh in relief. Good. That’s good. Her file had said she likely had sexual experience but it was not confirmed. I remove my finger from her hot cunt and focus on the matter at hand.
I press my thumb into her ass and she yelps, hips pressing forward, away from my invading finger.
“Shh,” I murmur, my tail rising to stroke her back, “There, there, sweetling, you’ll get used to the feeling,” I mutter as I drive my thumb in and out at a slow, steady pace. Arch comes to watch besides me but Ben squats down to study her face.
I pull my thumb out and add more lubricant. I quickly insert my first two fingers.
She squeals, “It’s too big!”
I slide them in and out rhythmically as I respond, “Nonsense. While my fingers are big compared to yours, they are much smaller than our cocks, and you’ll be taking one of those in each hole before you sleep tonight. So work on accepting what you’re given, bride.”
She pants loudly as I continue to finger fuck her tight hole.
Arch comes around to watch my fingers disappearing into our little bride.
He places one hand upon the small of her back, and lets his other dip below mine, to trace along her sex.
He lets out a sound of approval, and I see him slip a finger into her.
“You’re hot and wet, bride. You like being used, hm?” His voice is low with need.
“No. Sir.” She pants out.
“Then why do you kneel so sweetly, accepting our touch, little one?” Arch says quietly.