by Corin Cain
But I’m not afraid. Not of the lions, or even the beast. The only fear I have in my mind is that our mate will refuse us.
It is a rare thing, but the tribe has no respect for those who are rejected by their fated mates. Forcing the coupling is the greatest sin in our society – for children born of a forced coupling are twisted and changed; the Scorp blood too strong in their veins. They become wild and uncontrolled – violent not just to protect the tribe, but violent to members of the tribe itself. Thankfully, it is incredibly rare for a forced coupling to produce an heir – and an Aurelian could force himself upon a woman a thousand times and never sire a twisted, brutal son.
I will not think of such things. I must have her. I can taste her arousal already.
She will not refuse us, I am certain of it.
7
Aubrey
As we near the summit, the air thins and grows cool. We stop in front of a huge boulder and Brigg sets me down lightly.
The biceps of the three men bulge as they all work together to pull the boulder aside. It must weigh a ton – but they strain, and their veins pop as they roll it sideways. I step forward to help them, but realize how foolish I would feel trying to add my tiny strength to the struggles of these three, seven-feet-tall warriors.
They soon push the boulder aside a couple of feet, allowing us to walk through and into the cavern beyond.
I pause, biting my lip. I know what’s going to happen in those caves. I don’t need to speak their language to know what their bodies want. They aren’t shy about their hard, throbbing cocks.
If I go into that cave, there’ll be no stopping them. As delicious as the warrior men are – and regardless of whether they’re a fantasy, a delusion, or even unbelievably real – I know I can feel pain.
And those three huge, throbbing spears of flesh they have tenting out their loincloths? When they get into the throes of passion, I doubt they’ll be gentle. I might not be able to walk for days if I let them take me. Hell, I might not even survive such a passionate mating!
Still, the sun is setting – and I don’t relish the idea of being outside at night, all alone in this dangerous alien world.
I tremble, my body aching to follow them. Everything feels so real on this planet – from the heat between my legs to the hard, aching buds of my nipples; which are just begging for these men to pinch and tease them.
As if reading my mind, Stryker looks back, smiling welcomingly – his hair cascading down his shoulders as he beckons me to enter their cave.
I’m still making my decision when a sound like nothing I’ve ever heard before screams out behind me.
It’s not human. It’s not even animal.
It’s pure hatred.
Stryker jumps out of the cavern and grabs my arm, yanking me inside. There’s true fear in his eyes for the slightest moment, and I’m terrified that something in this jungle world could make even such a powerful warrior as him nervous. He pulls me in against his body, and I gasp at how small and vulnerable he makes me feel. I’m so tiny next to Stryker, and the only thing stopping him from pushing me against the wall and having his way with me is his own decency. There would be nothing I could do to stop him.
The three warriors push the boulder back into place – the light of the outside world disappearing.
For a moment, the tunnel is flooded in darkness, and my heart pounds in the fear of the unknown. Then I hear the rasp of metal on rock; the sound of flint and tinder that I remember from visiting the colonial village museum as a child.
A flaming torch suddenly lights the tunnel. I motion frantically for them to leave me room to get out if I need to. There’s no chance for me to be able to push the boulder myself – and I don’t relish the thought of being completely unable to leave.
The three towering men talk in their language, and finally they push the boulder aside just wide enough that I could squeeze through.
Haleon holds the torch high, and the shadows dancing on his face make his masculine jawline and strong features almost beautiful.
They are gorgeous. All three of them. Their marble skin, green veins, and tribal tattoos only make them look more exotic – but at their core they are pure bad-boys; the kind of men who, back on Earth, would play football, star in movies, or just exist and be showered in praise and female attention wherever they went.
And all three of them are staring at me like I’m the most beautiful creature they’ve ever seen.
Their cocks are hard and throbbing, eager for my body. I swallow hard, not knowing what I’m going to do.
Haleon starts down the tunnel, leading the way with the light of his flickering torch. I follow him, and the other two aliens trail along behind me. I can feel their eyes on my backside as I walk, and it both disturbs and arouses me. I try not to add just a little extra wiggle to each step.
Aliens. That’s how I described them – and I’ve landed on the fact that they must be aliens; if they’re even real at all.
But if they are, and they really did capture and abduct me, no other explanation makes sense.
I mean, I still think the most rational explanation for all this is a mental breakdown – but this hallucination I’m experiencing is so real, so visceral, that I’m starting to question everything.
The four of us walk down the tunnel, and I hear the sound of running water ahead. The passageway ends, and my eyes light up at the cavern in front of me.
The mountain home is not the drab, dim cave I was expecting. In one corner are three piles of furs and blankets, obviously used for sleeping. In the middle of the cave is a stone-hewn dining table with huge rock lumps that the three aliens must use as chairs. Across from the sleeping area is large pool of water which ends in a thin, fast-flowing stream that exits the cavern.
I blush when I see the soft, dry leaves next to it. It’s obviously a primitive version of a restroom!
I walk to the water’s edge, wanting to fully understand my surroundings, and dip my finger into the flowing water. It’s pleasantly warm, and though I hesitate to think about such… practical details, I know I’d feel cleaner using the washroom here than on Earth – if I could just convince the three aliens to turn their heads – or, better yet, leave the whole cavern when I have to go.
Squatting over a fast-moving stream. Great. Well, in Japan they use bidets – so this isn’t that different, right?
I run my hands against the cavern walls, marveling at how smooth they are. The cozy little cave stressed me out on the way up, and I feared it would be full of other, more beautiful women… But, instead, there’s nothing here to suggest anyone else lives in this cavern except the three huge men.
The three aliens look at me with raw lust, but they don’t make a move… yet.
I welcome them giving me time to familiarize myself with my new surroundings. On the cavern walls are sconces with unlit torches slotted into them. Haleon touches his lit fire against each of them in turn, one by one, until the whole cave is bathed in a warm, welcoming light.
This lets me see the whole place even better – and as I look around, I marvel at the craftsmanship of the stone table. If it was a foot or two lower down, it would be just perfect for my height.
“Torm,” says Stryker warmly, smiling and showing his white teeth as he opens his arms, spreading his hands to gesture at the entire domicile.
I hope ‘torm’ means home, or welcome.
I try to smile back, but I’ve never been so nervous. Stryker steps closer to me, his brilliant green eyes filled with lust and his cock surging. He can’t wait another second. He towers over me, his massive bulk making me feel so small and vulnerable. I take a nervous step back.
Haleon and Brigg lose their smiles, their eyes hungry as they approach me like wild beasts. The three of them step forward in a ring. Fear grips my heart, almost as powerful as my need for them. The terrifying warriors may have protected me so far, but if they are real… It means they brought me here for one reason, and one reason only.
To breed me.
“Oh, God…” I whisper, fear and lust igniting my desires in a way I’ve never experienced before. This feels so different from my quick couplings of the past. This feels… raw.
Stryker speaks in his language, the words sounding less guttural and more sensual as his voice lowers to a low, deep rumble. He takes another step towards me. I can’t understand the words he’s speaking, but I know he’s telling me what he’s about to do with me. To me. I step back, and my back hits the smooth wall.
I’m trapped between a rock and three very hard places.
Stryker’s hand slowly reaches towards my face. He strokes my cheek with the back of two fingers, staring into my eyes with those two, burning green orbs of his.
Then he leans forward and kisses me like no one ever has before.
I’m shocked. I expected a huge, powerful, handsome man like him to be a practiced kisser. The kiss is amateur, though, with no real technique but such incredible passion.
His tongue slips inside my mouth, exploring me, and his mouth tastes fresh like faint mint. He stops the kiss, pulling back, and I melt at the loss of his lips pressed against mine.
“Oh,” I say softly, my legs trembling.
Haleon reaches forward, and I think he’s going to grope me, or pinch my hard, desperate nipples. Instead, he presses his palm against my left breast, feeling my heartbeat through my firm flesh. His almost-grey eyes, tinged with green, drink me up – staring at me like nothing else exists. He slowly takes my hand and presses it against the slab-like muscle of his chest which covers his own heart.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
His heart is beating as fast as mine. It pounds, like he’s run a marathon, and I can feel how eager he is for me. It’s endearing, in a strange way. The mohawked warrior defeated a massive eagle earlier – and has probably faced more terrifying beasts than I will ever know. If he wanted to, Haleon could rip my clothes off right now, and fuck me hard against the wall with that huge rod of his – ignoring my pain as he uses me for his own pleasure. I gulp hard at the image, imagining how sinfully good it would feel for the three men to lose control.
But instead, Haleon lowers his hand and kisses me, his huge hands wrapping around my body as he tastes my lips. His mouth has the same sweet, clean taste as Stryker’s, and I remember the grass they chewed on. Is that the reason for the fresh flavor? Their version of toothpaste, or gum?
Such thoughts instantly vanish as Haleon pulls me against his body, and I can feel his heartbeat making his cock throb with every surging pump of blood.
When he breaks off the kiss, Briggs follows – pressing his own lips so passionately against mine that my legs buckle. I reach for something solid, to cling to both mentally and physically, and grab his dangling gold chain for leverage. My own lust is starting to overpower my nervousness, but when Briggs pulls me close to him, his hands firm on my bottom, I feel his huge dick grinding into my chest and panic overwhelms me.
It’s too big! That thing is going to fucking hurt!
I push back hard, but all my strength is nothing to the massive alien. He probably doesn’t even feel it. He continues kissing me deeply, making my whole body shudder and tremble as his hands touch my sides. I let him explore me with his huge hands, realizing that if I try to fight them off, these three lustful aliens might get angry at me.
A tearing, ripping sound fills the cavern. It’s the noise of my blouse being torn to shreds in Brigg’s huge hands – his passion overwhelming him. Suddenly, the only thing between my nipples and his huge hands is my bra. He paws at it, not understanding how the lacy garment works, or what its purpose is. He’s about to rip it apart when I accept the inevitable and unclasp it myself.
My bra falls to the ground, and my body is bare and on display to the three warriors. They speak in low, guttural tones, their hunger raw as they stare at my breasts like they’ve never seen a pair of them before.
I’m usually very self-conscious about my body, especially the scars on my legs – but it’s impossible to feel anything but beautiful when three, massive men are looking at you like you’re being served for dinner. Stryker licks his lips, and I shudder as I imagine that long, thick tongue tracing a wet path along somewhere very different to his own lips.
Stryker doesn’t waste a second. He strides forward and scoops me up easily, his huge hands cupping my bottom. I instinctively wrap my legs around him, as he kisses me deeply. I kiss Stryker right back, losing myself in the moment. My hard, aching nipples press nakedly against his enormous chest, and Stryker growls as he walks with me to the sleeping area and sets me gently down on the bed of furs.
The huge alien lays on top of me, pinning me to the ground with his legs. His deep, green eyes are wide with need. Up close, the marble hue of his face is so out of this world – so different from any other man I’ve ever been with.
His cock strains against the material of his loincloth shorts, and despite my fear I’m aching to see what Stryker looks like naked – what his cock looks like.
Haleon lays next to me on my right, and Brigg to my left, their bodies so fucking huge. I moan out in desperate need as their mouths find my nipples in unison. I’ve never experienced such teasing, torturously-intense sensations. Their huge mouths cover my areolas, their too-big tongues lapping at my sensitive buds. I moan out in the cavern, my slutty gasps echoing back and forth between the smooth, looming walls.
These aliens might be new to kissing, but they instinctively know how to make me feel utterly lost in pleasure – helpless and squirming beneath the lapping of their tongues.
“Stop,” I gasp, although even to my own ears, the word sounds more like a plea for them to continue – my voice lusty and harsh with need. I know they don’t understand the meaning; but they can recognize the tone.
Stryker pulls his loincloth down, and a frisson shoots through my entire body as his enormous cock rears up hungrily.
It’s big.
Too fucking big!
The massive rod is pure marble, with bright green veins contrasting against his ivory skin. I ache to trace my flickering tongue down those veins. His cock drips pearly-white pre-cum, way more than humanly possible – and I realize with a shock that with so much of the lubricating substance glistening on his shaft, Stryker might really have a chance to press that impossibly huge cock inside of me without completely ruining me.
But what if it isn’t enough? Joshua had five inches at most, and that thing? It’s more than twice Joshua’s length and girth! If these three men hurt me, there’s no help coming – and men in the throes of fucking don’t stop!
Haleon and Brigg suck insistently at my nipples, and I swear I’m getting close to cumming just from the onslaught of sensation and the sheer, shameful lust of having three men eager to ravish me.
Three pairs of hands roam all over my body, tracing down my stomach towards my sopping wet pussy. I’m so fucking turned on that I can’t even think straight…
…but I know enough to know I can’t let this happen.
No matter how much I desire this, if I succumb to the three warriors, I know I’ll lose the last shreds of my sanity. I’ll never try to get back to Earth and my old life.
I gasp out, grabbing Haleon’s mohawk and pulling hard so he knows it’s not a game. He stops lapping at my nipple, his eyes meeting mine, wide and uncomprehending as he stares at me. Brigg stares up, those green eyes flecked with gold, and I see the deep shame in his gaze.
Stryker pauses, his cock twitching and flexing, eager to be driven into me. He growls and says something dark and urgent in his language. Then he stands suddenly, pulling his loincloth up.
The three men can’t look at me. I bite my lip, half-wishing they’d ignored my pleas to stop and just ravished me hard. That’s what my body wants. It’s what it aches for.
But my mind? That needs more time – time to think. My body is trembling and nervous, unable to comprehend the events that are happening to me so fast, and so out of my control
.
Oh, God. What if this is real? What if I really am in a cave with three huge, powerful aliens – who make me feel like no man has ever made me feel before?
Would that really… Would that really be so bad?
If the three of them are aliens, and not just figments of my imagination, then I should be angry at them. I have to be furious – incensed that they’d have the audacity to abduct me and steal me from my life without my permission.
So… Why is it so fucking hard to be mad at them?
When I look at Stryker, Brigg and Haleon, all I feel is lust.
I look up, and I see there’s a dark sadness to the three of them as they look at each other; confused at my rejection of their advances.
“It’s okay… I don’t hate you guys. I just… I just don’t know what’s happening,” I say to them, trying to keep my tone as kind and gentle as I can. I’m scared to death that this is real, and yet even more terrified that it’s all fake – a psychotic hallucination. If I’m mad, I lose everything. My career, my purpose in life, all gone.
Please - let this be real!
Fuck. I’m still so intensely horny I can’t stand it. I ache to see their massive cocks again, but I know if I make any move that reveals my wet, hungry need for them that, this time, the three aliens might lose themselves completely in their passion – and I’ll be split apart.
I have no fucking clue how girls in porn manage to handle those massive cocks – and these three are even bigger than those! They’re bigger than any I’ve ever seen, on any x-rated DVD or website.
If I’m truly on a jungle planet far from home, then there are no medical professionals or hospitals to treat me if Stryker, Brigg and Haleon ruin me with those massive rods.
No matter how badly I want them, I can’t let this happen.
