I press the toy into her. “This isourwet, needy little pussy, bride. Do you understand?”
When she doesn’t answer, I slap her ass with my hand.
“Yes! Sirs.”
I fuck her with the toy and she whimpers and squirms, hips humping down against the bench. I chuckle, “If we hadn’t dropped the support under your pussy, you’d be making yourself come right now, wouldn’t you, you naughty girl?”
“Yes Sirs.” Her hips rock back as I continue to thrust the toy into her body. “Don’t. Even. Need. You.”
I bark out a laugh, “Stones, woman, you don’t know when to quit, do you?” I thrust the toy into her and command, “Hold onto it. If it drops, you’ll be punished.”
I use my tail to stroke her leg as I grab the trainer in her ass and tug it out roughly. The squeal she lets out has an edge to it and I see Theo catch my eye. He crosses to us and grabs the base of the dildo that our bride had held onto like a good girl. He fucks her with it as I fuck her ass. She quickly starts to come, body thrusting back and mouth open as she whimpers loudly.
Theo, quickly says in a low voice, “I don’t think she is ready for her ass to be taken.”
I nod. She’s struggling enough. I’m not sure if some anal would improve or worsen her mood so I’m going to listen to Theo here.
This ‘females not enjoying their asshole filled’ is odd to me; if she was a gargoyle, I would expect her to be begging for a good ass fuck. So her being resistant to it confounds me.
Ben scoops her up, snuggling her into his chest. “Poor bride, the seed fever can be rough. Even our omegas feel it. Let’s clean you up and we’ll let you rub that useful little clit of yours against our ridges until you settle.” He kisses the top of her head.
I frown hard as a thought hits me.None of us have truly kissed her.
Chapter Nineteen
Fern
Iawake the next morning, curled against a hard, cool body. I flinch away without thinking.
It’s Theo. And thankfully, he’s still asleep.
“Hungry?” rumbles Arch.
I roll and see him snuggled up to a sleeping Ben. I recall the gentle bath the three of them had given me last night, allowing me to ride their thighs, their hard cocks pressed against their muscular stomachs, until I finished from those ridges at their base. I blush as I remember their praise each time I orgasmed, “getting their legs messy like a good human.”
Gods above, what the actual everloving fuck is wrong with me? I should have stabbed them in the night.
Arch tilts his head at my silent blush and slips out of bed, holding out his hand to me. I slowly take it and let him help me stand. He holds my elbow until he’s sure I’m steady. He pulls on his breeches, leaving them open. I look around, hoping for clothes, but he puts a hand on the small of my back and ushers me out of the room and down the hall to the kitchen.
“Sit,” he says, less of a command than I’ve heard from him, so I do, silently, sit on a stool at the large island in the kitchen. He digs in the fridge, his wings tucked back and tail swaying. Inotice a small hologram caller on the fridge.Shit, how did I miss that?
“Bride?”
I realize he must have asked me something and I didn’t hear. “Sorry, Sir. What did you ask?”
He raises an eyebrow, “I asked if eggs and toasted bread with butter sounded good.”
“Yes, thank you,” I respond as he hands me a cup of apple juice.
He turns to the stove, flicking it on with a switch and I marvel at how he doesn’t need to haul firewood to make a fire to heat the stove as I would have had to at my home.
“How’s your bum?”
I cough on my juice.
He turns and I stare silently, face pinking.
“Now, now, no secrets here. We’ll know all the... ins and outs... of your body soon enough. So, are you hurting anywhere? Is that little pink pussy sore? Injured?” He sounds worried at the last.
