I twist my hips and whimper and suddenly one of their tails is on my face, one on my back, and the third on my thigh, all stroking softly and slowly, in the most fucked-up reassuring manner.
Arch, standing in front of me, speaks, “It’s merely a larger trainer, little bride, that tight ring of muscle needs to be stretched. We’ll insert a new, bigger one in an hour or so.”
I pant, trying to adjust, and also trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me, that I’m so hot about this.
I will submit. I will allow my body to be pleasured. I will take this pleasure they give me and when I can, I will repay it with pain.
Arch speaks over me to the others, “I am of half a mind to keep her needy and her cunt weeping for relief, and the other half to show her how easily her body submits to us.”
Ben growls, “Submission is what she needs.”
My body is lifted from the table and I realize that it is Ben who is cradling me gently to his chest as he strides down a hallway. I hear the others follow and I’m quickly placed upon a plush bed. I watch nervously as the three of them stand at the end of the bed. Arch grabs the loose laces on his breeches and tugs them down. I manage not to gasp but my eyes must widen because they all chuckle again, even as Theo and Ben strip.
And they all stand there, fully nude and giant cocks erect. They stand still, as if for my perusal. I study them: Arch, the tallest, that blue-grey shade of his skin, marred by scars hereand there, including the now-pitiful-looking scratch I put on him last night. His hair is black and shaggy. His wings are huge but tucked back, his thighs like trees and his tail swishes back and forth. His cock is darker than the rest of him. It’s huge and it looks as if there are ridges near the base.
A stone cock that doesn’t flag. I shiver.
Ben stands next, much more slender than the other two but still muscular. His warm brown tones look bright next to Arch, and his almost shockingly white hair is loose around his shoulders. His cock is slender, I mean, compared to the other two, and long, pointing at me. I can see that his tip is dripping. I notice now that their cocks all thicken a bit towards the base, where there seems to be the circular ridges.
I look to Theo. He has his tail wrapped about his light grey dick, coiling and playing with it. I bite back a sound of need as my eyes slip to his angular face, the small horns protruding from his long, tied back, misty grey hair.
I realize I’ve been staring and they’ve been indulging it. I blush.
Arch kneels on the bed, that absolute monster of a cock pointing at me. He keeps his eyes on me as he speaks, “Ben, what does that mean? When our little bride’s face gets more pink?” Arch’s voice struggles for a flat tone, but I hear the need in it.
Excellent. Let them be cunt-struck. Only to my advantage, I think, and my clit pulses with need.Submit,I remind myself.Feel the pleasure they give.
“It could be triggered by a couple things, but physiologically it’s caused by the rush of blood to the face. She’s either in need or embarrassed.”
“I like both options,” Arch growls as he crawls up the bed towards me.
My breath catches as he wraps an arm around my naked waist and easily moves us both to the head of the bed. Herearranges me like a little doll and my heart thumps at that thought. He leans against the headboard, me sitting between his spread legs. When he tugs me back into his body, his absolutely huge hardon presses against my back.Jesus. It’s never going to fit in my pussy, let alone other places.
The other two climb up and sit to the side. I look up and realize there is a mirror directly in front of us on the wall.Well that is just fucking lovely. How does this keep getting worse?
Without a word spoken, Ben and Theo each take one of my legs and lever them up towards my chest. I whine, both from being so exposed and from the movement of the trainer. Arch’s hands go to my breasts, lifting them, rubbing them as he makes low noises. When his fingers find my nipples, my back arches without thought.
“Sensitive here,” he says, “I wonder how sensitive?” And with that he pulls on them, gently, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes. I’m surrounded by chuckles and my face gets hot. His hands are slow and unhurried and it, to my frustration, feels good. He plucks harder and I bite my lip, trying to be quiet and still.
Theo laughs, “Bride, you have no reason to lie. We can find out the truth easily enough.” His free hand slides down my thigh, stopping before my center.
“Do you wish me to continue?” he whispers, his cool lips making the hair that has escaped my braid tickle my face.
“No,” I spit.
The three of them laugh again.
Arch rumbles, his voice reverberating against my back, “Let’s see if that’s the truth, little one.” And his large hand slides down my belly slowly. I bite my lip again, eyes tightly closed.
“Mm, I like this little patch of fur,” he says, his fingers agilely playing, “I can’t wait to bury my face in it.” His hand resumesits inching down and soon, he spreads his fingers over my folds, pulling them apart.
His other hand is suddenly against me and he slips two large, cool fingers inside me. Luckily for me, or perhaps unluckily, I’m wet, and though his fingers seem big, they enter easily enough.
Arch growls, “Fuck, she’s tiny.” I feel his head turn towards Ben. “And burning hot.” His fingers slide out, then in and I gasp. “And wet for us.”
My hips buck into his hand and at that he purrs. Or... rumbles. Like a stone cat might. It... feels nice. Really nice.
“That’s it, little one, let us teach you the pleasure we can give.”
