BEN HAD SEEN TO TAKINGcare of our bride. He had cleaned her and rubbed the healing cream into her cunt and tight little ass. She had squealed and turned that pretty pink shade. Even though none of us had yet fucked her, we were taking care with our fragile human. I heard her whimpers and pleas as he had removed the trainer then finger fucked her ass using the cream.
“Hush now, flower,” I heard Ben whisper, “Take this and relax,” he continued and I poke my head back in, curious.
He has her spread-legged against the sink and is on his knees in front of her. He is using the next larger trainer in her bottom, coated in the healing cream, as he fucks her rhythmically with it. As her whimpers pitch higher, he leans in to suckle her clit, as he told me that her external pleasure nub was called.
Her body quickly tenses. I watch her small form quiver and arch in pleasure. Ben reaches up and presses a hand over her mouth smoothly. She finishes for him, with me watching, and he pulls back from her wet cunt slowly and kisses both her thighs. He swiftly seats the trainer fully into her ass and I quietly duck back out of the bathroom.
He’s warming to her, just as Theo and I already have. The thought makes me smile as I head for the kitchen.
I sit at the table, tired. Theo brings me a glass of wine and I slip my arm around his waist and pull his naked body to me, laying a kiss on his muscular belly.
He chuckles even as his cock stands at attention. My face turns back down the hall, where Ben is still occupied with our little bride.
I frown, not even wanting to contemplate this.
“What is it, Archibald?” Theo asks.
His use of my full name makes me frown. He never does that.
When I am silent, Theo slips into the chair next to me. As I ponder my words, Ben paces quietly into the kitchen.
I watch him silently as he pours a glass of water and quickly slices an apple.
“For our little flower?” I ask.
He nods, “Yes. She’s quite tired. The effect of our seed seems to be hitting her though, so I’d really like her to sleep for a few hours before it fully takes effect. So she needs sustenance now.”
I nod and wave him on without another word. I turn back to Theo.
“What if... humans are not just...” I trail off, struggling for the right words.
“Breeding stock?” Theo, helpfully, suggests.
I grimace. “Right. What if we have a common ancestor, or something, and that is why we are compatible?"
Theo seems to think about it before answering. He shrugs, “All the better, then, yeah?”
“You don’t think it’s...misleading? That we are telling human women they may be able to produce a child with us? When really, we know it’s possible? We know they react to us like little cats in heat, ready to rub themselves against our thighs if that is all we allow?”
Theo growls. “Fuck, I wanna see sweetling hump my leg, rub that little nub against me until she finishes.”
I roll my eyes, “You miss my point. The next logical jump is that humanscanbe omegas. What does that mean for us?”
Chapter Seventeen
Fern
Iawake the next afternoon, still feeling completely wrung out. I stretch my sore arms and shoulders and realize that I’m laying next to one ofthem, in a bed, not on a cold closet floor.
The gargoyles had risen up in the 2010’s, upset that they had no part of government and industry despite being as intelligent and numerous as humans.
Maybe if they had petitioned instead of attacking large groups of humans, we might have been more open to the idea of sharing power. Unfortunately for us, they were stronger and near impossible to find during the day. It had been a bad decade for humans, especially when we realized there were a few other “near-human-intelligence” monsters.
Vampires, werewolves, and gargoyles, oh my. To be honest, there might be more species that are still in hiding, avoiding taking sides in the years long wars.
I frown, thinking back to yesterday. The end of the night is a bit hazy. I do remember these three gargoyles playing my body like I was a cheap kazoo.
I blush deeply. I had acted totally brazen. Fully strung out with need. And while I had heard the rumors about how their seed could... entice a human, if I am honest, the driving need for them had awokenbeforeI had swallowed their fluidsdown. Something about them... so large and gentle while being commanding... I’ve spent most of my life on high-alert, ready for any danger or attack. But with them... it’s almost as if my nervous system recognizes what a danger they are—to anything that would harm me.
