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 thetreaty 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, weshouldstart training your asshole tonight.” I smirk as I say it and she can’t handle it.
