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 wouldpreferyou walking. Show us you can behave, bride, and you can be upon your feet.”
Her face twists. “And I wouldpreferyou 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’mbeyondexcited 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.”
