But is it rape? My brain asks, unwanted. Ididagree to this, technically. And I agreed again when I allowed myself to be brought to the center alive.
Thoughts jump through me like summer grasshoppers, one after the other with no explanation for the order.
Am I stupid enough to try this now? Or do I bide my time until they trust me and I can gut them like fish in their sleep?
The rational part of me says wait. Let them trust me, think of me as their little sex doll. It will be all the easier to take their lives at that point.
But I’ve never been rational. I’ve always been impulsive, always made flash decisions. Until my parents died in theambush. And I had to take command of others. But fuck it, no one else is at risk. Just me.And my asshole, I guess.
I turn my head, listening. Hushed voices from behind the closed door. I bite my lip again. I’m not a maiden, I understand sex. I also understand that goyles have everlasting erections and huge, abnormal cocks. Gargoyles are split into two groups: alphas, a term they use for the biggest and strongest of them, have a lump on their dicks. Usage unknown, according to the rebels. Betas, the more chill ones, were rarely in leadership positions; but often used as air soldiers. They died just as readily.
If I knew that taking one—or three, really—for the team would allow me to kill these bastards, I would. But any of them could find my poorly hidden sword in the bathroom. I have no private space, no time to find a better hiding location.Best to take the chance while I still have an available weapon, right?
I stand quickly and run to the bathroom on my tiptoes. I shut the door and crouch down, digging my blade out from behind the towels in the cabinet. I poke my head out the door, checking for any of them. They are still nowhere to be seen. I run back to the couch, burying the blade in between the cushions and leaving my hand on the seam over it before bending myself disgracefully over the arm, my ass in the air, my face buried against the cushion.
Soon enough the door opens and I hear the three of them approach.Probably arguing over who got what hole of mine,I think bitterly.
I feel more than hear all three of them stand behind me. A cool hand on my ass makes me jump. A faint chuckle, “Tender, sweetling?”Theo,then.
I press my hand into the cushions and close it around my hilt.I must not falter.I wait for my moment.
Theo’s fingers slowly slide downward and in, towards my center. I bite my lip, angry at their audacity to touch me so. He makes a noise that sounds oddly disappointed as his large cold fingers graze my folds.
“Come now, little bride—” he starts as his hand disappears and another grabs my shoulder, pulling me up with a tender hand.
I spin, yanking my blade free and putting every ounce of strength behind it. I catch not Theo, but Arch, the leader, who is standing directly to my left. I watch as if in slow motion as my sharp blade lurches upward into his thick flesh, from below his right nipple, over his breastbone, digging deeply into the meat of his left shoulder.
Shock is writ across his face. I yank away, the blade wetly springing free from Arch’s body, and I spin from Theo and start to run for the balcony.
I had seen the trees nearby, I can jump, I must escape. Nothing but certain death is waiting for me here, for attacking a high ranking military official and the leader of “my” chime.
But just as I pass under the archway and the fresh air of the night envelops me, I am slammed into the ground. A large, heavy, stone body is atop me and I can hear his curses as I struggle to refill my empty lungs.
“Stones damnit,fuckingfemale. What in the seven hells is wrong with you?” Theo stands, and I heave in a deep breath. His foot kicks my blade away from my loose fingers.
Tears inexplicably fill my eyes.What is wrong with me, I don’t cry.I cried all my tears when Mom and Pa died.
Theo scoops me up, his hands gentler than I would expect, given that I just tried to skin his leader, and strides back to the couch.
“Toss me the kit,” he growls to the others. I turn my face and see Ben tending Arch’s wounds. Arch catches my eyes and raisesan eyebrow while shaking his head silently. Ben throws a black bag to Theo roughly and turns back to Arch.
Theo’s hand slams against the back of my skull, pressing my face into the cushions, blocking my vision “You’ve lost all my sympathy, bride. Don’t move your head or I’ll be moving it on my cock.”
Tears again prick my eyes.Theo was the soft one. Now I’ve lost that small advantage as well. Fuck.
I hear a bottle open and suddenly something cold and wet is poured between my ass cheeks, down to my core.
“I wish I knew more of your anatomy, little bride, because I dearly wish to fuck you in punishment for this little trick of yours. But I shall be patient, and you shall begin training.” His voice is cold and it freezes my heart. Something wet probes the slick over my ass and suddenly it is pressed inside me, unrelentingly. I squirm and whimper as the overwhelming helplessness takes me as my asshole is opened. I bite my lip, trying to not give him what he so obviously wants.
He forces the device inside me and it lodges. The flared base is outside of me, keeping it locked in place. I pant, mouth open, trying to adjust.
A frisson of heat drops to my core.What? What the fuck is wrong with me?
“There we go,” Theo growls, “Something nice and slender for your tiny ass. Even with training, you’ll be struggling tomorrow, no doubt, but some preparation is better than none, yes?”
His hands leave my body but I don’t try to move, and I’m not sure if it’s overwhelm from the feeling in my bottom or from shock. His large hand slaps on my ass cheek suddenly, making me jump and making the thing inside me rock.
I whimper.
