Alien Captain's Prisoner

by Corin Cain

  Now linked at the hip, Aelon kisses me – still hungry for me even as his hips roll with the practiced movement of mating. His thick, curved cock rubs against my g-spot with every thrust. He hasn’t lost himself yet – not plunged into the abyss of the mating frenzy – but he still fucks me with hard, long thrusts that are followed by two quick, shorter ones; a rhythm designed to drive me crazy.

  His aura coalesces in my mind. It is an object of pure violence, hatred, and pain. I can feel the utter anguish that floods from his core. Aelon might present himself as cocky and refined, but I sense his truth now – that he’s a man of pure violence. I can feel the raw, new wound of executing three trusted men – gouged across his consciousness the same way Iunia’s battle with the Scorp left him wearing a new and painful wound across his shoulder.

  I’m swimming in Aelon’s mind, and finally I know him. I know how those men were trusted and respected – how Kit, Gaul and Anton had saved Aelon’s life a dozen times over; and yet he killed them without hesitation for betraying their integrity.

  Greater than that pain, though, is Aelon’s constant rage against the Toad species – or anyone else who hurts innocents. I finally understand him. I finally get why he’ll never relax – not until he’s rid the universe of the Toad menace.

  I realize for all his cockiness and arrogance – for his ruthless command of his men – he will never be truly whole again.

  His aura is fractured and fragmented – shards of his being forming in my mind like pieces of a broken mirror.

  Dwarfing all that rage and anger is Aelon’s need. He hates that he wants me so badly. He hates that I make him lose control – that his desire for me has put his leadership in jeopardy. Aelon isn’t used to anyone affecting him this deeply – and yet he needs me, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

  His thrusts loose their preciseness as the mating frenzy overwhelms Aelon. His lips draw back into a snarl, revealing his sharp, white teeth. His nostrils flare as he gasps for air. Every muscle in Aelon’s body is now flexed. I can see his veins pulsating as his heart pumps him full of eager, yearning life blood.

  I glance down at the lines of our body – molded together as he crushes me beneath him. Aelon’s ivory white skin is such a gorgeous contrast to my own.

  He drives his cock into me like a mad beast. Each painful thrust makes me gasp out with that dark mixture of pain and pleasure. It’s a sensation I’m coming to crave – it makes me understand Sawoot’s friend, who said that her time in the Aurelian harem ruined human men for her. I certainly feel the same way – I might as well have been a virgin for all my prior sexual experiences had prepared me for.

  As Aelon fucks me, I wonder if he feels my own aura in my mind. Does he feel how scared I am that I’m getting addicted to this rough mating?

  “You are mine for eternity.”

  His voice booms in my mind, crushing my own thoughts.

  I don’t hear the words – I feel them. He can telepath thoughts to me – thoughts that start at the base of my spine and resonate throughout my body until they finally travel up to my brain.

  Over and over, Aelon slams his huge dick into me – as if he’s trying to punish me with every inch of his throbbing member. The Bond turns the punishing pain into the deepest pleasure. I want him to lose control. I don’t want him to be able to think of anything but his need to cum inside me.

  And then I sense it. He can feel my need through our Bond. Aelon and I? We’re fire and tinder. We’re pure gasoline and an igniting spark. He thrusts harder and harder, slamming his dick deeper and deeper into me as if he wants to split me in half. As he fucks me, Aelon’s right hand finds my throat and his fingers curl around my windpipe. His hand is so big that it effortlessly wraps all the way around my neck.

  Aelon doesn’t choke me, though. He just keeps his hand tightly around my throat – as if reminding me that he could squeeze. I know it would take just a fraction of his strength to choke me – but that’s what’s so addictive. My complete surrender to him is like a drug. There’s nothing like being crushed down against a bed by 500 pounds of monstrous, magnificent alien warrior as he shows me he can do whatever he wants to me, again and again.

  I finally let myself go.

  I finally stop fighting it.

  I let my mind succumb to Aelon’s dominance. I let my thoughts melt away as he leans back, fucking me with harder and harder thrusts that secure his power inside my consciousness.

  His right hand holds my throat while his left hand finds my nipple. He pulls hard, squeezing between thumb and forefinger. I grab his arm as the sharp pain mixes with intense pleasure – twitching and squirming as he pulls and twists, squeezing my nipple at the exact moment that he thrusts fully inside of me for the first time. His arm is as unyielding as the branch of a tree – solid and strong as he claims ownership of me as he’s craved doing ever since we met.

  “You will bear my sons.”

  His voice is half-order, half-statement – deep and clear inside my mind. I’m hypnotized by his presence in my consciousness. A second, more powerful orgasm has begun building inside me – like clouds forming into a hurricane. After the first climax melted away my mind, I know I won’t be able to stand the ecstasy of an even stronger release; and yet I crave it.

  My eyes are fixed on Aelon, but I can see the other Aurelians behind him. Iunia is a sweaty statue, stock still as he watches his leader ravishing me. His cock is rock hard again, dripping pre-cum.

  Vinicus is taut and ready, his dick standing straight out towards me as he waits for his turn to claim me. They have a hierarchy, apparently – and he’s simply watching as I’m taken hard by the leader of their triad.

  They are obsessed with me – all three of them. Aurelians spend their entire lives wishing desperately to find their Fated Mate – knowing that all but the luckiest of their kind will ever do so.

  Now, they’ve joined those ranks. Now, they have me. I can feel their awe channeling through the auras of our Bond. The hate and pain in Aelon’s aura is overwhelmed by a mixture of pure need and… adoration.

  He’s possessive.

  Aelon stares down at me as if he owns me. I run my hands over his perfect abs, feeling his hard muscles against my own as I lay back and let him do whatever he wants to me.

  I was greedy for the Bond.

  I was greedy for thousands of years of life – but I can see now that the Bond is so much more. I’m connected to two of the Aurelians, and soon I’ll be linked to the third. Iunia has regained his individuality, but his aloofness is less cold as I feel that link to him burning inside my mind.

  Beneath Aelon’s desire is his pain – his anger, and the stress of command. I know myself that leading just six crewmembers is difficult. Leading over a hundred of these machismo-fueled, testosterone-filled aliens – who desire nothing more than to fight and fuck with every bone in their body – is a monumental task. For a moment, it fills me with satisfaction to know I can take Aelon’s stress away. In our coupling, I can soothe his pain.

  “Take me,” I gasp out, my words barely audible between our moans of pleasure.

  Aelon fucks me like he’s in command of my body, ruling over me as he takes me hard and deep. He’s rough – and he channels his aggression, his rage, and his pain into claiming me harder and faster with each thrust. Each movement of his hips drives me to bounce against the bed. I can’t escape him – not that I’d want to. He’s too fucking big. His massive, muscled body presses against me as he forces his cock deeper and deeper inside of me with each violent thrust.

  Pleasure and pain. Ecstasy and agony. Both sensations are so different – yet they’re likewise the same as they’re amplified through the Bond; mixing and growing in my mind as Aelon claims my body for his toy.

  I can’t hold back. I’m right on the edge of my next orgasm. My body is so close – and yet unable to cum.

  Aelon leans in closer, his mouth a grimace of pleasure from the exertion of mating.

  “You’re
my bitch,” he growls, his voice deep and strong. He’s been reduced to an animal claiming his mate. “Say it,” Aelon orders, growling deep in his chest and squeezing my throat ever so slightly.

  “I’m… I’m your bitch,” I gasp out. To hear the dirty words come from my own mouth sends me over the precipice. The hurricane of my orgasm pulls me into a thousand pieces as pleasure floods my body. I’m utterly under Aelon’s control as he ravishes me deeply. His heavy musk invades my nostrils as his body invades mine.

  He smells right. He’s what I need, even as I’ve lived so much of my life needing no one.

  All my life, I’d thought I wanted control.

  I thought I needed respect.

  Now, I’m getting what I never even knew I needed – what I never even knew I lacked as I piloted through the emptiness of space.

  Surrender.

  All of my problems disappear in the ecstasy of submission. Even that life or death escape plan for tomorrow gets smaller and smaller in my mind. I can be a woman like this – nothing less, nothing more, and nothing better. I can allow Aelon to be the man and just let him own me.

  Aelon’s breathing descends into growling and snarling. I know he can feel me climaxing hard. I scream out in pleasure, filling the room with the sound of my ecstasy. He’s so close himself. I ache for this gorgeous alien warrior to seed me. My own desire to be filled by his hot cum is amplified a hundred times by the Bond.

  I understand now how the Bond exists to propagate the Aurelian species. It rewards me for taking his seed deep inside of me.

  Aelon’s eyes suddenly change. They glow, flashing from slate-grey to blue – like a fresh, clean pool of water. His eyes look so deep and inviting – but I know the truth. There are sharks lurking beneath the surface, and demons swimming in the depths that will never leave his mind. Aelon is violence. He scares me, even as he turns me on. His instincts are to conquer and to mate.

  His right hand squeezes. My scream is cut off, my vision blurring as if I’m doing a high g-force maneuver. Aelon squeezes my throat and fucks me so hard I nearly black out…

  …and then his aura focuses. It grows insistent. I merely want him to seed me. He needs it. Hundreds of years of longing for his Fated Mate culminates into a violent crescendo as Captain Aelon explodes deep inside of me. His cum streams into me; flooding and filling me.

  He’s a monster made for fighting, fucking, and leading – and all his tension of those responsibilities is released as he seeds me. His thrusts grow faster and faster, until every last drop of his load is spurted deep inside of me. Only then does he finally let go of my throat. I gasp desperately for air.

  I’m lost.

  My mind is a mess – melted by the fires of his dominance. My body shakes and trembles.

  It’s not over, though. This is only the beginning. Aelon pulls out of me. His cum drips from me, and my pussy instinctively tightens, holding onto as much of his seed as is possible inside me.

  Vinicus is the most brutal of the three men. The tattoos of his full sleeve give him an exotic look – the black ink of the scorpions running up his arm serving as such a stark contrast against his pure, ivory skin.

  As I lay on the bed – filled with the seed of those gorgeous warriors, I thought I couldn’t be nervous again – and yet, there it is. Vinicus makes me anxious even as he makes me feel safe – knowing that he’s on my side, but fearing for those for whom he isn’t. It’s a hypocrisy inside my mind, but part of all of this madness requires such dissonance.

  Aelon clambers off me, and Vinicus steps forward, moving his bulk onto the bed and grabbing me. He flips me onto all fours – and I’m as light and malleable as a rag doll to him.

  Before I can react, Vinicus has grabbed my hair at the root – pulling it back and forcing me to arch my chest outward. Like that – like a rutting bitch in heat – I let him thrust his cock inside me.

  “Oh, Gods,” I moan out. This new position lets him reach deep inside me – hitting somewhere even his battle-brothers didn’t touch. He’s so deep as he fucks me, slamming his dick into me while pulling on my hair – bending my spine into an arch and forcing every inch of his thick manhood deeper and deeper.

  Vinicus enters my body – and then he enters my mind. His aura coalesces, and suddenly I know how right I was to be scared of him.

  His aura takes form – and it’s a form resonating with anger. Vinicus is primal, brutal, and fierce. His aura is baser than Captain Aelon’s – like a trained wolf that can be sicced on an enemy.

  I was right to be scared of him – but also right to feel protected by him – to the exact same degree. Vinicus is possessive, protective, and careful – and I know he’d kill anything or anyone that burst through the doors of this room and tried to take me from him.

  He’d die for me – but he wants to live for me instead.

  Vinicus thrusts his cock into me with deep, hard thrusts. He pulls back on my hair and spanks my ass. I’m still sore from the harsh punishment I received earlier, but he doesn’t care. He can’t hold back his dominant nature. Every time I moan in pleasure and pain, his aura intensifies inside my mind.

  My pleasure is turning him on more and more – and the harder and rougher he is with me, the more I like it. The Bond is magnifying every submissive urge that I didn’t even know I had. I don’t want to fight it. I just want to enjoy this moment.

  Everything has become so intense.

  Colors. Smells. Sensations. My mind is being assaulted by a wall of stimulus as Vinicus pounds me hard and fast. Everything is clearer. Even my vision is enhanced – as if every sense is working on overtime.

  Iunia is slowly stroking his cock. The alien has more stamina than any human man. It’s been only minutes since he seeded me… although it feels like hours.

  I can’t tell anymore. Time is losing all meaning for me as reality becomes crisp and real inside my newly enhanced awareness of the universe. It’s like I’m seeing even mundane objects for the first time.

  Iunia mounts the bed in front of me while Vinicus thrusts into me from behind. The huge bed creaks beneath the weight of two of the aliens. Using his grip on my hair, Vinicus jerks my head to face Iunia, and I find myself staring at his cock – hard and hungry, right in front of me. My mouth opens instinctively. I’m practically drooling for him.

  Iunia slides the head of his cock into my mouth as Vinicus pulls harder on my hair, forcing my head up to meet his battle-brother’s hard shaft. Iunia’s cock is so big that it stretches my mouth open to the very limit. My jaw aches – but the pleasure is more intense than any discomfort I’m experiencing. I can taste his seed and my own pussy on his cock as he forces his huge shaft between my lips.

  I’m being owned from both sides. The Aurelians have turned me into their little toy. All of my holes belong to these three, dominant, gorgeous aliens. My body is going limp, but I’m held up by Vinicus’s hard grip on my hair and Iunia’s hands as he gropes my swinging breasts.

  Each thrust of Vinicus’s cock from behind me makes my body bounce forward – and I can feel his hard, muscled body slamming against my ass.

  Vinicus suddenly spanks me – hard.

  I’d moan out in pain, but my mouth is too full of Iunia’s straining cock – so only a garbled, muffled gasp leaves my lips. Iunia’s cock is so slick with pre-cum that he can force it down my throat – further than I thought possible. I’m practically gagging – barely able to breathe through my nose as Iunia throat-fucks me.

  It’s humiliating…

  …and I love it.

  I remember how helpless I’d felt when Vinicus spanked me in front of that crowd. I remember how powerless I’d been. That surrender was my first realization of what I craved, deep down in the recesses of my mind. Now, the Bond is bringing up that desire to submit – magnifying everything I didn’t know I needed. My body is so sensitive right now that I can barely hold on. I’m worried I’m going to be swept away by the deluge of pleasure washing over me.

  Iunia’s aura is
pulsing in my mind. He’s getting close to a second orgasm – this time, deep in my mouth. He’s fucking my throat with long thrusts, his steel-hard cock lubed up by his pre-cum and easily ignoring the resistance of my body. It hurts, but it’s a hurt that turns me on more and more, even as his balls slap against my chin.

  Vinicus doesn’t take long either. He’s fully overwhelmed by the mating frenzy now, and soon I feel his cock stiffen as he slams it completely inside of me – and then freezes like a statue.

  His balls are pressed right against my slit as his cock throbs deep inside me. Suddenly, he spurts powerfully, flooding me with his seed. As he does so, Iunia reaches down to pinch my nipples – forcing every inch of his cock deeper into my throat until he cums too, right into my stomach.

  I climax so hard I black out. I can’t see anything but stars overwhelming my vision. My mind goes completely blank as I surrender to the pleasure of the Bond.

  Then, they pull out as one – both Vinicus and Iunia. I collapse to the bed. I’m left sweaty, full of alien seed, and with three new auras burning vividly inside my mind.

  No one had warned me this would happen. No one had told me the Bond has more facets than just the physical benefits. I can now feel the lust these three warriors have for me.

  Their possessiveness.

  They think of me as theirs.

  I roll onto my side on the bed, my body trembling. Iunia gently strokes my hair. His finger runs against my cheek. He’s so kind and gentle, despite his brutal appearance. He isn’t filled with the same anger and pain as his battle-brothers.

  “I… I need to be alone,” I gasp out. I didn’t witness Vinicus’ eyes changing, but now I see that they did. They’ve transformed into a blue, like Aelon – but a darker, deeper blue; almost black. The color of them is primal and deep.

  Part of me wants the aliens to stay. Part of me wants them to wrap me up in their arms and hold me tightly as I fall asleep.

  But Sawoot told me to never fall in love with an Aurelian. I have to get back control of my mind and senses.