Chapter 5

She ate the pancakes.

Mal said it was stupid to make her breakfast, that they would be cold and she wouldn't eat them. But I knew she'd wake early, she'd been asleep a long time.

It had taken three days for her fever to break. Three nights of caring for her, making sure she drank water, rubbing salve into her torn soles, giving her pain relief…but she doesn't remember any of that.

Instead, it was his name she whispered in her sleep with her brows pinched together.

Carver.

Lord of the Manor.

I hate him.

If she only knew what he was really like, the things he did. His soul is muddy and bloodstained.

Why did he have to come back?

The sun dips below the horizon, and the tendrils of magic binding me slip away. Our curse wasn't like anything I'd ever heard of before, we were bound to the manor. It was our home, our anchor. The heart of our darkness.

During the day, we were weak, merely stone guardians on perches overlooking the lands. But during the night, the bonds weakened and we could move freely.

In theory, we can move during the daylight too, but it requires more magic, more energy, and it has to be away from human eyes.

It means we were useless to protect Arianwen during the day. Trapped on our pedestals, watching from afar as she fights her demons.

She is beautiful, a real fighter, but she's all alone. She needs us. And we need her. There have been others over the years, but none of them held a candle to her. We can all feel it, the pull. The need. The magic pulsing around her.

Mal was becoming wild.

Restless.

She could save us.

Jumping down from my perch, I climb inside one of the tower windows. This part of the manor house is deserted and derelict, so we'd made it ours over the years, slowly adding furniture and things we liked. It was our home now. There was no way to enter it from below, the bottom of the staircase had crumbled in the late 1800's after a fire in one of the lower rooms and barricaded the door from the inside.

Sitting on the window ledge, tucking my wings in tight behind me, I watch Mal stomp around the room.

"We can't do nothing!" His long tail swishes from side to side angrily, cracking out every now and again like a whip. Mal's dark brown eyes swirl with anger and an edge of desire as he glares at Sax, who's sitting on a large chair in front of the unlit fireplace, his expression unreadable.

Sax leans back and steeples his fingers together calmly. "We wait."

As the oldest, and wisest of us, Sax is our leader. Our master. We listen to him…most of the time.

"Wait?" Mal hisses, stepping towards Sax and looming over him. We're all large, though I'm the smallest, and Mal overshadows Sax in his seat. If Sax were to stand though, it would be a different story. "Waiting is all we fucking do!"

Sax growls out a warning. "Simmer down."

Snorting, Mal kicks at the leg of the armchair, "Don't you dare tell me to simmer down. You're not the boss of me!"

Not satisfied, he picks up one of my books from the lintel and tosses it at the wall, and I flinch at the loose sheaves of paper falling out. I'm used to his tantrums by now, but I haven't actually finished reading that one yet.

Sax only arches a brow. "Stop being a brat."

Mal is practically vibrating now, feral and itching for a fight. "I'm going to go down there and snatch her."

Pushing to his feet, Sax towers over Mal, a good five or six inches taller than him. His huge wings are tucked neatly back, like mine are. It feels better to stretch them, but there's not room for all three of us to do that in here.

"You will stay right here and behave." Sax clasps a hand on the back of Mal's neck and pulls him closer so that their foreheads and the tips of their horns are touching.

My horns are the shortest, perhaps because I'm the youngest, and even though Mal's are technically the longest, creamy and reaching straight back over his head, Sax's are the thickest, curling in a spiral like a ram's, and more textured and darker in colour.

I wait, tension and anticipation humming, to see if Mal will take the out he's been offered.

"I will not," Mal grunts as he tries to pull away.

Sax lets Mal struggle for a moment before allowing some space between them. "What do you think will happen if you swoop down there and kidnap her? And when the sun rises and she's all alone again, what then?"

With a shove, Mal furthers the gap between them. His rage and lust is palpable, so raw and fresh in the air I flick my tongue out to taste it.

"Fuck this. She's mine!" he roars, but before he can get more than three steps towards the window, Sax grabs one of his horns and uses it to shove him onto the sofa and pin him in place. "Oof. What're you doing?"

Sax's hands move quickly, as he positions Mal over the arm of the sofa with his ass in the air.

"Teaching you a lesson, Malachite." He grins, as he brings down a hand to swat Mal's arsecheek, before caressing his skin. Our skin isn't like a human's, although when the sun sets, it feels similar. It's soft and pliant, but we don't bruise. We don't blush. There's no pink bloom from where Sax has slapped him.

"Fuck you, Saxon."

His mouth earns him another spanking, this one hard enough to jolt him forward. I watch, unable to tear my eyes away as Sax grabs Mal's arsecheeks and spreads them, exposing his tight hole.

Grabbing a bottle of oil from a small table beside them, he drizzles it down Mal's crease before thrusting two fingers inside without warning, drawing a keening noise from Mal. It's always like this between them, the fa?ade of a power struggle that Mal doesn't really want to win as he starts whimpering for more.

Leaning forward, Sax nips at Mal's ear. "I'm going to fuck that disrespect out of you. And then we're going to watch over her. Because she's ours."

I almost purr when he says that. Ours. I like that.

Sax scissors his fingers, stretching out Mal as he keeps a firm hold of one of his long horns, pinning him in place.

"Please," Mal begs. "Please, Sax."

With a chuckle, Sax withdraws his digits slowly, before pushing back inside, fucking Mal leisurely with his thick fingers. From my vantage point I can see Mal's cock leaking pre-cum over the faded brown leather. The tip of his swollen dick brushes against the arm of the sofa every time Sax thrusts his fingers inside. It's not enough friction to get him off, but it's enough to make his eyes roll back. And my mouth water, wanting a taste.

He goes to reach for his leaking cock, but Sax growls in warning as he bites Mal's neck. "Need a firm hand to help you quiet the storm, gargoyle?"

Mal isn't a grotesque like us, he's a gargoyle, something Sax has turned into a form of endearment. Except Mal doesn't see it like that as he grunts in disapproval. His protests die out as Sax adds a third finger, filling Mal so that there's no more room for the rage burning in his veins.

"Look at him being a good boy now, Jas." Sax chuckles, as he curves his fingers, brushing over Mal's prostate. Mal whines, his body trembling as Sax holds him down and overloads him with pleasure.

I ignore my own cock, knowing that if I'm good too, I'll get a taste.

When Mal is almost crying for release, begging Sax to let him come, Sax finally withdraws his fingers. Adjusting so that he's keeling on the sofa behind Mal, Sax grips his large cock and positions himself against Mal's soft hole. It's looser than it was earlier, and begging to be fucked.

I lick my lips. I like it when Sax takes Mal, it's hard and fast, merciless. When Sax claims me, it's gentler, slower. Mal's never fucked me nor I him, he says that I'm too needy. Too soft. He doesn't seem to mind my mouth on him though.

Sax enters him with one thrust, fingers digging into Mal's hips as he holds him in place. His hips move in half-aborted thrusts as he pounds into Mal, the muscles in his thighs and arse rippling and flexing with every movement. Fuck, they look so hot together. All that power. All that muscle.

Sax wraps a hand around Mal's throat and pulls him upright, flush against his chest and into a filthy kiss. The clash of teeth and tongues makes me whine, feeling a little neglected as they devour one another.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" Mal moans. "More. I need more."

Mal always likes to run his mouth rather than ask for what he needs. What he needs right now is for me to fuck him senseless, to dull the voices inside his head and the restlessness building inside him.

But will he ask me for it? No. Instead, he'll start a fight he knows he won't win.

Rolling my hips, I fuck his tight hole, loving how he feels when he's underneath me.

I know Jas is watching like a hawk, waiting to be called over to play. He's the youngest of our little trio, and always eager to please me. His cock bobs, the pre-cum making his shaft slick but his hands are gripping onto the window ledge as if his life depends on it.

Biting down on Mal's lip, I swallow my chuckle. Jas is so patient. So good for me. Will Ari be the same? Arianwen is ours, and when we have her, we'll finally be complete. I know it.

Mal clenches on my cock and I know he's desperate for release, but I'm not quite ready to let him come yet. His defiance, despite the root of it, was still defiance and I won't stand for that.

I pull out until only the tip of my thick dick is left inside his body before I plunge myself back in. I do this over. And over. And over again. Until tears start streaming down Mal's gorgeous face.

Finally I push him forward, so that his forearms are resting on the arm of the sofa.

"Saxon," he mewls as I lean forward, placing biting kisses down his spine.

"What's the matter little gargoyle? Need something to gargle?" I tease with another thrust, this one painfully slow.

"Urgh, please. Please."

"How pretty you are when you cry," I murmur, as I flick my tongue over his trail of tears. "Jas, get over here."

Jasper doesn't need to be told twice, bounding forward like a happy puppy, cock bouncing as he half walks, half flies towards us.

"Sax," he breathes reverently, watching as my cock disappears inside the tight ring of Mal's arse.

"Feed him your cock." I command. "He doesn't get to come until you do."

Mal whines, both hating and loving my orders. He puts up a wall around himself when it comes to Jas, always keeping him at arm's length even after all these years. But I know we'll break it down eventually. Maybe Arianwen can help with that.

Jas steps towards Mal tentatively, a fist wrapped around his cock. Threading my hand into Mal's dark hair, I use my grip to push him towards Jas. His lips part as Jas slides his bulbous head between them. Slowly he inches forward, feeding Mal his length until Mal's nose is buried against Jas' skin. He makes a gagging noise as he swallows around Jas, adjusting to the cock blocking his airway.

I give a small thrust in approval, "Good little gargoyle, that's it."

Letting go of Mal's hair, I place one hand around his throat, so I can feel him working Jas over, and the other rests on his hip, keeping him in position as I fuck him.

Jas' hands weave their way into Mal's hair, as he whispers words of praise to the gargoyle between us. Mal's too lust-drunk to resist, even when Jas strokes his cheek and tells him he's perfect.

It doesn't take us long to find a rhythm, and as Jas throws his head back with a whine, I know he's close. I punch my hips forward hard, forcing a muffled moan from Mal.

"If you swallow it all, I'll let you come on my knot," I promise with another thrust.

His hand reaches up and wraps around the base of Jas' cock as he starts frantically working him over, bobbing up and down like his life depends on it.

"Oh, fuck. Mal. I'm gonna come. Mal. So fucking good. So perfect." Jas' words become a jumbled string of compliments and praise as his body trembles and he shoots his load down Mal's throat with a quiet grunt.

The sloppy, slurping noises combined with a sharp intake of breath from Jas tell me that Mal has licked clean every drop of cum, like the filthy little cumslut he is.

Once again, I pull Mal against my chest and his head rolls against my shoulder as I keep impaling him on my cock.

"I want to taste our Jas too," I murmur against his lips before he parts them and offers me his tongue. "That's it little gargoyle, give it to me."

This kiss is just as filthy as the last, except now there's a distinctive tang on his lips that's all Jas.

As I fuck into Mal's body, I wrap a hand around his weeping shaft and give him a few lazy pumps. Unlike Jas and I, Mal's shaft is ridged, notches marking the shaft for increased pleasure. Smearing his pre-cum over the ridges pulls another animalistic groan from his lips, and I notice his tail has wound its way around my thigh in an attempt to bind us closer together. The familiar tingle in the base of my spine surges as he tightens around me again, and I know my orgasm is on the periphery. Tightening my grip, I shuttle my hand over his slick dick faster until he's begging and squirming in my hold.

With a wail, he shoots hot cum over my fist, the arm of the chair and he even manages to land a few spatters on Jas, who's still standing in front of us.

Grunting, I plough into him relentlessly, chasing my own orgasm. As that tingling sensation draws my balls up, I sink my teeth into Mal's shoulder. With a low moan, I hold him tight, teeth buried in his skin, cock buried in his tight arse as I empty myself inside him.

It isn't over though, not yet. There's another sensation, a strange warmth, the kind magic leaves behind as the knot towards the base of my shaft starts to inflate, locking us together.

Mal whines weakly in protest, spent from all the playing, but I'm not done with him yet.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" I whisper against his skin, licking up the droplets of blood where my teeth have cut into him. "To have me paint your insides with my cum and make you come again on my knot?"

"I can't." He shifts, trying to pull away as my knot stretches him, making him impossibly full. I like knowing that he's trapped here, impaled with my knot buried inside him and full of my cum. I've bred him. Fucked him until his hole is stretched and puffy. When I pull out he'll drip with my spend. He is mine.

My gaze locks with Jas. Ours. I give him a small nod and he steps closer, resuming his tender ministrations. Stroking Mal's hair, whispering kind words until my knot stops getting bigger and Mal is hard again.

Slowly, I move, shifting my hips in a way I know moves against Mal's prostate. His cock dribbles weakly, but I know he's got more than that inside him.

Taking his cock in my hand, I don't drag it out this time. Hard and fast is how this is going to go down as I tighten my grip and use my body to push his, until he's fucking my fist using his own cum as lube.

With each shift of our bodies, my knot rubs his insides, taunting and teasing his prostate without mercy while his dick is fucking the tight wetness of my hand, driving him wild.

"Sax, Sax…I can't." His words are nothing more than breathy exhales at this point.

My lips move over his shoulder as I mutter, "Come on, little gargoyle. I know you have another load in those balls for me. Give it to me. That's it."

My words seem to do the trick, and with a strangled cry and whole body convulsion, Mal comes, but Jas is waiting for it. His perfect lips open as Mal spurts his load over Jas' face. This time it's Jas who licks Mal clean, making noises of approval as Mal sobs, still impaled on my knot.

"I know little gargoyle, but once this goes down, we'll go and watch over our girl. How does that sound?" It doesn't usually take too long for it to go down, anywhere between twenty minutes and an hour, so I may decide to wring a few more orgasms from Mal before I'm ready to vacate his body.

Settling back on the sofa, I make space for Jas to curl up into my side too, while Mal is still draped over my lap, exhausted. Turning his head to bury it in the crook of my neck, Mal hums his approval of my plan.