“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, youdidagree to it. Your signature is on file with your government. Yourlife, yourhome, 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 useas 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 intothe 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. Theydo. 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 ofmyfemale 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 wasnot.”
Chapter Eleven
Fern
I’m biting my lip and trying to get ahold of my godsdamned self. The training we received in the Rebels for resisting interrogation was much more painful than a fuckingspanking.As though I’m a naughty fucking child.I rub my face into the couch cushion, most certainly not to dry my eyes.
Our training prepared us for... intense interrogation methods. We all knew, male or female, that rape as a tactic had been used by humans the world over for generations. They warned us to expect it from the gargoyles.Though I have never had any first-hand reports of it in my years as a leader.
