Page 22 of Hearts of Stone
The taste of him on my lips makes my mouth water, the flavor of his seed savory and delightful.What the fuck.
He uses a hand to pull my hair back out of my face as he smoothly, slowly rocks his hips into my mouth.
I hear Arch speaking to Theo and lube is dripped onto my ass, Theo’s fingers still inside me. I feel, more than see, Arch kneel down on the floor next to my upturned bottom. I whimper in displeasure, but can do naught else as Ben uses my mouth.
“This is the largest trainer, little one. After this, the only thing larger is our cocks. We’ll print you something custom, perhaps a bit smaller than this, to leave in for daily wear, so we can use your ass as we please,” Arch’s voice says from behind me just as something wet and large is placed against me when Theo removes his fingers. Theo’s other hand strokes my back but I start to whimper and squirm.
Ben has pulled his dick out of my mouth, and is standing, stroking himself and running the head over my lips while he watches what his bonded are doing to me.
The toy is pressed in, slowly but relentlessly and, without meaning too, my feet press and kick, trying to escape, but the three of them merely laugh. A hand holds my lower back and Arch presses the trainer in harder. I whine and when the ring of muscle finally can’t take any more pressure and it opens, admitting the toy, I squeal. Tears fill my eyes at the helpless feeling inside me.
“It’s too big! Truly! It hurts,” I whine.
Their prehensile tails all touch me at the same time. Theo shifts, and his hand is suddenly under me, circling my clit hard and slow.
“It is big, for you, flower,” Ben says, voice rough with need. “But you’ll wear it nonetheless. It’s certainly better than us mounting your ass, one after the other, without training.”
Theo adds, “Just relax into it. Clench down and release. Let me pleasure you; rub this delightful little clit. It makes it so easy to have you finish in my hand, I love it. You’ll feel better once this wet little pussy is pleased.”
Just before I orgasm, a thought flits through my brain.When I escape, I might miss their skilled hands and mouths.
Chapter Eighteen
Archibald
After our little bride recovers from her orgasm and finishes Ben with her mouth, I carry her to the living room and gently put her on the breeding bench. None of us even bother with the restraints.She’s cum-drunk, wet and horny and whimpering for another release.
Yesterday we had touched and licked, but none of us thought she was ready to take our cocks, as we had initially planned. So she pleasured us with her mouth, and we made her cum again and again for us. We had hoped between the seed, and the attention, she might come to desire us on her own, to trust in us.
I’m not sure we achieved that, but she’s being so calmly submissive and following directions well, so I’ll consider that a win.
Her body molds to the bench, knees on the lower portion, belly supported, hands on the dropped front, and head up, eyes lidded and lips parted. Ben brings a glass of water and helps her sip it.
“Bride, we’re going to take you now, in the tradition of our kind. Do you consent?”
Her gaze is distant and I squat in front of her.
“What... does that mean?” She says, breathy. She seems to be struggling for control.
The three of us grin as one.
I answer, “I will fuck and seed your little human cunt. Theodore will fuck my seed deeper into your womb before adding his. And finally Ebenezer will take you and breed you as well, little one. You will be ours, full of our seed, perhaps incubating our wingling. You will be our bride. Our sweet little mate.”
She pants, hips rocking, seeking touch. Ben frowns and I see his hand twitch, his need to assuage, to help, our little bride, clear.
But she blinks hard, focusing, “Your bonded? Your center?”
I frown as my hand strokes over her hip. “No, little bride, not yet. You cannot become our bonded until we officially bind. You cannot be our center until you are trusted with our chime’s decisions. But this is the first step.”
Her voice is needyandangry. “This means nothing then. You dipshits just want to get your dicks wet,” she pants.
My patience with our wee, grumpy bride fractures and I step behind her spread legs. She needs to submit. We owe her no quarter; her body is ours to do with as we see fit, by her own signature upon the treaty. We could have done this the moment I landed in our home with her, terrified and frantic and feeling no pleasure.
Instead we have been patient and slow and kind.
And in return, she still hates us, it turns out.My heart deflates a bit at that thought. I had hoped she was coming around.
I grab the lubrication and squirt a healthy amount of my aching cock. I stroke my cock with one hand as I use the other to rub her clit hard. Her body quickly approaches the edge again. I let go of my cock to slip two fingers into her hot cunt. Just as she is about to shatter, I remove my touch. She whines, miserable.
