Page 60 of Hearts of Stone
Arch appears, rage clear on his face, as he holds out his arms for her. “She’shurting??”
He takes her delicately and spins, snarling, “She’s hurting and we can fix it? But we didn’t take care of her before leaving?”
“Off,” I hear her thin voice emerge and I jog to catch up to Arch.
As he heads to his bed, I see her pulling at her shirt weakly, sweat dripping down her face.
“Off, please,” she gasps.
Arch lays her down tenderly and we proceed to strip her as fast as we can in a delicate manner. Each time we move one of her limbs, she moans and rolls aimlessly.
By the time she’s nude, my eyes are filled with tears.My center. My omega.
Ben enters, carrying a large pitcher filled with apple juice and several toys and lube.
“She needs to be knotted. Probably everywhere, from the reports of the first year chimes.”
Arch glowers. “We’re going to speak of this more later, Benjamin, for I am angry at your withholding of pertinent information. But for now, tell us what our omega needs.”
“Omega?” Fern whispers, her big brown eyes coherent.
Ben sits next to her, brushing her hair out of her eyes. “Yes, flower. It’s a lot to explain, but you are a special soul, your body needs certain gargoyles in your life, for our pheromones and... love. We’ll take care of you. This pain will pass. You must trust us. We’ll help you through this.”
She studies him and slowly nods. But a pain must hit her for she curls up in a fetal position as she moans.
He turns to us, “She’s going to be in and out of it. She needs a knot in every hole. It will ease the pain, and our seed will help as well. Once she’s through the first wave, we can bathe her and explain things better. But for now....”
“How am I supposed to fuck her when she’s in so much pain?” I grit out.
Arch looks exasperated. “When you could stop it? Stones, Theo, get your dick out and help our mate!”
As he says this, he is undressing, palming his half-ready cock.
He’s right, I could put my dick in her right now, given our hardness even at rest.I just don’t like the idea of it.
“Come smell her, Theo,” Ben responds, gentler. “You’ll know what she needs.”
I nod as I tug off my shirt, shucking my pants quickly before climbing onto the bed over her. I bury my face in her hair and breathe in.
Fuck, she smells incredible. Like soil and salt, everything growing and good.
As I sniff her, her little hands come around my neck, nails digging—harmlessly—into my flesh as her face turns, pressing her cheek against mine.
Tenderness fills me and I roll us quickly, even as my cock is rock hard and ready. My wings tuck low and tight as I settle flat on my back. It’s not a position we spend much time in, but I need to get Fern’s ass and pussy accessible and she’s in too much pain to manage to hold her body in any manner for long.
She lays limply on top of me and makes a happy sound. I stroke her back tenderly.
“Your skin is so cool and wonderful,” she whispers.
Arch climbs between our legs.
“Alright, little rebel, we’re here to help. Where does it hurt?”
She pants, pressing her face against me harder. “Everywhere.”
Ben steps behind us.
“Flower, we’ve fucked you before, but we’ve never allowed ourselves to knot you. It means our cocks will swell inside you. And we must take your bottom as well,” he explains in a firm voice.
