by Corin Cain
What do I want?
I imagine sculpting. The focus it takes to make a marble statue is intense. It’s better than meditation. It’s a flow state where nothing else exists. I don’t want to spend months at a time sculpting some pot-bellied old man. I want to sculpt things of beauty.
A fully-formed image appears in my mind – a wolf jumping from a stream, the beads of water so realistic that people don’t believe it was sculpted by my hand…
In a universe where replicators can create perfection, human talent is rarer than ever, and all the more sought-out by collectors. A piece of art has to be validated by video feed when you sculpt it, and the entire process is linked to the finished piece to verify authenticity.
There’s a hum behind me and I gasp, turning. I didn’t even hear the door open.
Kreos is standing in the boxing ring, looming over me. On his fists are the black gloves of the holo-ring. He ignores me, not even sparing me a glance as the AI hologram appears in front of him.
I gasp. It’s a holographic Scorp.
I’ve heard of the creatures. They can grow to over ten-feet-tall – all jagged edges, snapping claws, and poisonous, barbed tails. The hologram is hyper-realistic – all except for a slight transparency. It feels as if the glowing red eyes of this half-insect, half-man are right there in the room with me.
I try to continue slamming my fists against the punching bag, but I’m too distracted.
The hologram pounces forward.
Kreos moves like water.
He darts to the right, and the huge Scorp powers past him. Spinning around, Kreos punches hard and fast at a chink in the armor of the Scorp carapace, where the neck-plate connects with the huge shoulders of the beasts. The holo-glove crackles as it touches the hologram, simulating the force of punching the massive creature.
The barbed tail of the Scorp flickers towards Kreos so fast I barely see the movement. He slaps it aside with the back of his glove and then slams his fist against the armor of the beast.
It’s like watching art in motion. Kreos’ eyes are blank and focused, and I know he’s in the same beautiful flow state that I get into when I’m in the middle of a sculpture. His bliss is battle. He’s a warrior, deep to his very core.
I watch him, barely punching my own bag now. I stand and watch as Kreos battles the holographic Scorp bare-handed for what feels like an eternity. Finally, the hologram falls to Kreo’s feet.
The Aurelian is covered in the sheen of sweat. He peels his shirt from his body, and I melt at the sight of his incredible physique.
Holy fuck!
Abs on abs. Kreos doesn’t have the lean, swimmer’s body of Riff. He’s big. His beard reaches down to those incredible abs, huge and barbaric, and his entire body is like something out of my darkest fantasies.
Black tattoos cover his chest, contrasted against Kreo’s pure white skin. He turns away from me, and I get a view of his broad, v-tapered back. I don’t remember the names of all the muscles that attach between his shoulders and neck, but whatever they are, they’re bulbous, swollen and ferocious. He looks like brutality incarnate.
A new hologram appears in front of him. It’s an Aurelian now – this one with pure, white skin and a bland face. He spars with the opponent, and I realize after five minutes that I’ve been doing nothing but standing there, watching the sexy beast of a man lose himself in fighting.
Kreos has such a speed to him. I can’t believe such a big guy can move so fast. His movements are like rhythm – dancing and flowing like water as he fights. Drips of sweat fly through the air as he lays out massive punches against his holographic opponent.
The hologram finally falls to its feet, knocked out. Dripping with seat, Kreos throws his holo-gloves off and jumps over the ropes of the ring - standing before me.
He doesn’t have to speak.
His body tells me everything I need to know. Rivulets of sweat drip from his powerful chest, running hotly down between his meaty abs. I shudder, as I realize I ache to run my tongue over those chiseled abdominals.
Kreos steps forward, and without a word he reaches forward, running his hands through my hair…
…and then he kisses me.
Kreos towers over me as his lips find mind. It’s a kiss that’s barely holding back. The huge warrior is filled with pent-up need. He only reluctantly breaks off the kiss, and I gasp as I look up into his grey eyes.
For the first time, I see light in those slate-grey, pale orbs.
Kreos pulls me to him, and my knees buckle as his kiss claims my lips. His huge tongue invades my mouth, marking it as his. His hand is firmly in my hair, balled into a fist near the root of my thick locks. He grips me tight, and I feel powerless to resist him.
My whole body presses against his, and the feel of Kreos’ sweat-glistening muscles send ripples of desire down my spine. I shudder in deep, hot need as this conquering beast towers above me, taking what’s his. His cock surges in his workout shorts, and the massive iron rod presses against my body.
It’s fucking huge.
I can’t help it. I know I should push him away, I know I should tell him to stop…
…but I have to feel it.
Kreos’ huge, right hand lowers and gropes my ass. He pulls me forward, squeezing me against his iron rod. He’s so fucking tall that his cock practically presses against my chest. He has to lean down just to kiss me. His left hand finally releases my hair, and trails down my back. when it reaches my ass, Kreos lifts me up like I’m weightless.
No guy has ever tried to pick me up before. The string beans I dated back in art-school would have toppled right over!
But Kreos lifts me like I’m as light as a kitten. There’s no way I could have prepared for this. No way I could ever guess at how small this man makes me feel.
I’m lost in the moment now, and I wrap my legs desperately around Kreos’ thick, muscular body. He makes me regain my innocence. I feel no shame with this beast-like man, allowing him to claim what he wants.
His eyes flare open as Kreos kisses me, staring into my eyes so intently that I feel as if I’m melting under his hot gaze. Kreos steps forward, pressing me against the wall, and suddenly I’m sandwiched between over seven-feet of marble muscle and the hard steel of the wall…
…and I’m not sure which is harder.
I can barely move an inch. Kreos’ body is so fucking hard. His muscles are taut and flexed, and his breath turns into ragged gasps as I’m crushed between them.
Kreos’ eyes widen, and I suddenly understand that he’s holding back with all his might, barely resisting his aching need to rip off my skirt and fuck me hard.
I want it.
The thought fills my mind. I want him so fucking bad I can’t even help myself. My mind empties of all rational thought as my nipples harden into sensitive buds – begging for his touch.
Kreos is not gentle – but I never wanted him to be.
He presses me up against the wall, holding me up effortlessly with one huge hand, while the other slides up my workout skirt and presses against my pussy.
Oh, fuck!
I’m instantly soaking wet, and Kreos can sense my utter need. He growls and rips my panties off me with his thick fingers, throwing them aside. With a buck of his hips, he pulls his own shorts down, and his huge dick jumps up.
Kreos presses me hard against the wall and I can’t move an inch. His hand spreads my legs – and I do nothing to resist. Suddenly, the too-thick head of Kreos’ immense cock is pressing against the entrance to my wet and eager cunt.
His cock-head is so slick already, and I realize all the rumors about Aurelian pre-cum are true. He’s so much bigger than my wet hole – but as he presses hard against my eager pussy, my slit is effortlessly stretched to accommodate his massive dick.
“Oh, Kreos,” I gasp out, feeling so helpless and innocent in front of this savage man.
“Pehtt-rha,” Kreos growls, his voice deep, cracked, and raw. I barely understand the word from the alien warrior’s ruined t
hroat, but it’s filled with such passion that my mouth opens in a gasping moan.
The iron rod of his immense cock starts to force its way into my tight, resisting pussy. It’s way too fucking big – but the pleasure and vulnerability of opening up to this virile warrior overwhelms me.
Then it happens.
He appears in my mind.
My mouth flops open completely as I suddenly understand with both horror and fascination what’s happening…
We’re Bonded.
His aura flashes into my mind. Kreos is a hot coal – a burning chunk of black rock that’s hot to the touch. His eyes open even wider and the grey of his orbs deepens into the colors of a glowing, burning ember of obsidian; on fire with desperate need.
Kreos’ cock presses against me but he’s so fucking big that it won’t go in easily. I ache to be filled by every inch of his enormous steel rod – but my body isn’t ready for him… yet.
Kreos snarls in pure need and his biceps vibrate with the exertion of not slamming every huge, throbbing inch of that immense dick deep inside of me.
I know that his body is aching to thrust fully inside me, and that the only thing stopping him from utterly ruining me is his self-restraint.
I’m so fucking close to being taken by this warrior beast. Waves of teasing pleasure emanate from him with each pulse of his cock, pressed so tightly against my eager slit.
“Take me,” I gasp, and Kreos growls in need and impales me on his dick. Pain flares up as I’m stretched beyond my limit. Then he’s so fucking deep inside me that I can’t form words. I simply gasp out in helpless, desperate need as he forces my tiny pussy to accommodate his slick, pulsating dick.
There’s a building pressure inside of me – a pleasure that’s growing and bubbling up deep inside of me. It builds and builds as Kreos makes me his.
I can’t think. I can’t move. I can just barely even take his dick as he bucks his hips, thrusting into me in slow, barely-restrained movements. He snarls and I gasp as I realize he’s only halfway into me yet.
Kreos presses me hard against the wall and presses his dick forward, inch after inch, claiming me so deeply I can’t even believe it.
My eyes water with the discomfort of being stretched too wide, and yet the pleasure is so intense and overwhelming that my entire body is shaking helplessly.
I squeeze my legs tighter around Kreos’ muscular hips, opening myself even wider to him. He wraps those big hands around me and thrusts deeper and deeper.
This isn’t lovemaking.
This is mating.
Kreos takes me like a beast, growling and snarling as he rams himself into me. Each thrust makes my body bounce against him. His beard tickles my skin and I can feel each ridge of his abs as he relentlessly takes me.
My eyes roll back in pleasure and I stare blindly up at the ceiling as I feel his balls slapping against me.
Shuddering, relentless pleasure builds and builds inside of me. Kreos’ aura fills my mind, a burning pool of fire that engulfs my thoughts. I ache for him to fill me with his hot seed, even as the beast slams his enormous cock inside me over and over.
The slaps of flesh against flesh fill the room and his sweat-soaked body is slick against mine. I breathe in and taste his animal musk, savoring the scent as he fucks me into submission.
“Oh!” It’s the only word I manage to say, as the most intense orgasm of my life shudders over me. My whole body shakes and quivers – and the intensity of the sensation is too much.
I finally push him back, unable to handle the waves of pleasure…
…but I might as well have been trying to push aside a mountain.
Instead, Kreos just ruts me harder and harder, losing control as he makes me his. His eyes are pure fire now – red, flaming orbs of magma that signify him Bonding himself to me, and taking me completely and utterly.
The alien warrior wraps his arms around me and pulls me down against his cock, forcing every single inch of that throbbing shaft inside me.
My pussy finally contracts and milks the alien warrior. It’s only then that I realize being Bonded to Kreos means more than just having him in my mind…
I can bear his children.
I gasp as his cock pulsates and shoots hot jets of cum deep inside my clenching cunt. A golden glow of satisfaction fills my body, and I realize the Bond is rewarding me for taking the alien seed deep inside.
Before I can even think of what to do, Kreos continues to fuck me hard and fast, rutting me and pumping even more of his hot load deep inside of me.
I moan and wrap my arms around him, holding on for dear life as he grunts and gasps for air. His back is so solid – like rock against the waves of pleasure that threatened to sweep me away.
My orgasm finally subsides and I catch my breathe. Kreos pulls me off his still-hard dick, and I feel empty as gently sets me back down.
My legs give out completely, but Kreos grabs me tight, holding me against his muscled body as his cum slowly drips out of me. There’s so much of it. Kreos’ cock softens, but he’s still bigger than a human man – and as I look between his legs, I’m shocked that he managed to fit the entire length of his thick dick inside me.
Their species is made for breeding humans. He was built to fuck me hard.
There’s suddenly a pounding at the door, and I realize that Kreos locked it the moment he came into the room to work out.
Faintly, I remember that someone was pounding their fists against the door during our sweaty coupling, too – but I was too overwhelmed to even register it.
I suddenly realize that Kreos planned this.
He knew the moment he came in here that he was going to even up balls-deep inside of me. The warrior wanted me, and he took me – hard, and fast, and deep.
Now his mind is a ball of black heat, lodged inside my brain.
There’s so much to process.
Oh Gods, the Bond.
The doors open, and Riff and Daran rush in. Kreos holds me tightly, stroking my hair as his two Bonded battle-brothers burst in with the exact same expression of wonder on their faces.
I expect Riff to make a crack, or some dirty joke. Instead, he murmurs: “You’re… You’re our mate.”
For the first time since I’ve known him, his voice filled with genuine reverence.
I’m sore as hell – yet more satisfied than I ever knew possible.
The two huge, alien warriors are staring at Kreos and I like they’re possessed.
“W-wait,” I manage to stammer, my voice shaking. The warm, golden glow of the orgasm Kreos gave me is sedating me.
Then the Bond thrums in my mind.
My jaw drops. Waves of desire so powerful I can’t believe fill my consciousness.
Oh, fuck – Kreos must be able to feel my stress through the Bond, because he gently caresses my hair, calming me down. I wasn’t expecting anything like this.
The Bond thrums again and my body aches for Daran and Riff so badly I can’t help it.
“Oh, Gods,” I moan, as pleasure builds up between my legs. There’s a heat down there that I know will only be quenched by the stiff, thrusting rods of Kreos’ battle-brothers.
I don’t want to fight it. I want to let myself succumb to this lust…
It’s like my body is moving by itself. Daran steps forward and takes my face between his huge hands and stares deeply into my eyes.
“You’re ours. You're our mate.”
His voice is pure worship. He can barely comprehend that the woman he’s been searching for his entire life is standing right in front of him, in the flesh.
Daran lowers his head and his tongue finds mine with reverence. I’ve never had two different men kiss me in the same week, much less within minutes of each other! And those were humans...
This is a godly beast of a man – a powerful mob boss who could end my life with the snap of his fingers. I feel so small and helpless in front of his might. Daran towers over me, and his tongue invades my mouth – dancing with mi
ne.
The Bond thrums so hard that my legs buck, but huge hands catch me before I fall.
Wait. Daran’s hands are on my face, so…
It’s Riff. He’s stepped behind me, and it’s his hands on my hips, steadying me.
I moan as I feel the huge bulge of Riff’s dick pressing against my back. There’s one drop-dead gorgeous alien in front of me, and another behind me, both squishing me between their rock-hard, muscular bodies; sculpted icons of pure perfection.
This isn’t my life… Ohhhh….
The Bond thrums again and lust deeper than I ever thought possible washes over my mind. It’s like I’m suddenly in a golden haze; overwhelmed with the need to be taken hard by both Daran and Riff.
Riff’s lips gently graze and kiss my neck, and the sounds coming from Daran are now more beast-like than Aurelian. Daran reluctantly breaks our kiss and growls in pure need. He rips his shirt off in a single motion, and suddenly I’m in front of his gorgeous body. I can’t help but run my fingers over his chiseled abs as I imagine submitting to this powerful man.
Brandy.
The thought is my own. It quenches the pyroclast of lust instantly, and I understand that another rumor about the Bond is true – it can enhance your desires, but it can’t truly control your mind.
However, the mating frenzy is overcoming Daran. His eyes look wild and insane as he drinks me up, aching to use and take my body. There’s no rational thought left him in. He’s a beast, ready to breed me.
My body aches to be taken by Daran and Riff – but my mind? My mind rebels.
I narrow my eyes in anger at Daran. I don’t care that he’s been searching his entire life for his fated mate. He had to have felt something for me… and yet he threw it away on a bubbly blonde who was convenient.
Before they can realize what I’m doing, I dart aside, slipping between their bodies and running towards the door. I slap my hand against the button to open it.
I’m too slow. Daran grabs my arm, spinning me around. His hand is a vice-like grip around my wrist and there’s no way to escape him. He forces me to meet his eyes.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Daran’s words come out garbled, his teeth showing. Riff is behind him, the same expression of pure lust overwhelming him. They are built to breed me and their psyches can’t contemplate letting me go when the mating rage overcomes them.
