Protected by the Alien Warrior Triad

by Corin Cain

  “It accepted you,” says Darok with finality, and I suddenly know that everything will be okay.

  The tendrils of the Orb shimmer out and touch Hadone’s face. To my amazement, he is healed right in front of my eyes.

  The room ripples with even more otherworldly electricity.

  Forn stands above me, smiling down proudly at his mate. The ripples of electricity crawl over my body, making all the tiny hairs stand up as Forn kisses me deeply. His hands pull my clothes from me and I suddenly find myself standing naked in front of the three beautiful, towering warriors.

  I feel the Orb watching me – its blue-black light rippling across my naked body.

  As I shiver deliciously in the glowing light, Forn grabs me easily, hoisting me up. I wrap my legs and arms around him, so grateful that my three men survived this ordeal.

  I’m sure Forn is grateful too – but the hard, throbbing cock prodding at my bare backside suggests he has more urgent needs to consider. I moan in need, and Forn eagerly lowers me down onto his hard, throbbing cock.

  Tendrils of electricity wrap around us from the Orb. As Forn and I fuck, they tease at my nipples, sending pleasure all over my body. It’s like a thousand tiny feathers are all over my body, gently stroking me as Forn takes me – pounding me hard and fast.

  When he finally seeds me, it’s Hadone who takes his turn next. I moan out in ecstasy as he sinks his big, beautiful cock inside me.

  And then, one by one, all three of the the alien warriors fuck me hard and fill me with their cum.

  Darok goes last, sliding his cock into my slit even though it’s so slick from the torrents of cum his blood-brothers have pumped inside of it.

  Darok doesn’t seem the least big concerned, though – and his eyes actually go wide as he experiences the twisted delight of a freshly-fucked, cum-filled pussy welcoming his straining cock.

  Darok begins to thrust, and he manages to hit all the right places inside of me. My orgasms wash over me endlessly, and I give in utterly to this Aurelian, and then once again to all three of these incredible warriors.

  The Orb-Sphere watches as we make love, and seems to crackle with satisfaction as I’m seeded again and again. It’s like the strange, otherworldly substance delights in examining its human charges – just as I used to watch the orphans eat, drink, and play safely with other kids back on Independence.

  It’ll be my own children I care for next – mine, and any and all of these three triad warriors who’ll father them.

  We’ll bring prosperity, health and happiness back to this sickness-ravaged tribe; and to me that feels like my life coming full circle.

  I’d once studied medicine so that I could help treat patients who need it most. Now, years and millions of miles away, I’m getting that chance again.

  I’m not to be merely a breeding vessel for Forn, Hadone and Darok. I’m to be their equal – their muse and artist – and I’m also going to be the caretaker for this tribe; teaching them medical techniques that their primitive society might never have heard of before.

  All my life I’d wanted to help people – and now, thanks to my warrior triad, I’ll be helping more people than I ever could back home.

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  We will claim her.

  She looks at my triad with disgust and hatred.

  We stare at her with pure hunger.

  Captured and forced to battle in the blood-soaked arenas of Bugra, my triad will live and die under the scorching sun.

  The only thing that moves our weary muscles and overcomes the pain of our wounds is the obsession of claiming our fated mate.

  She is brought to us humiliated and disheveled, and yet still her eyes burn with defiance.

  We are born to battle. We are born to blood and violence. Aurelians have no master, and when we break our shackles there will be a reckoning.

  She will be ours, even if I have to level empires and plunge the universe into war.

  I would kill for her, die for her, even as her hatred burns me to the core.

  She will be ours.

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