Sold to the Alien Smugglers: A Fated Mates Romance (Captive Mates Book 4)

by Corin Cain

  My triad – because they belong to me, now; just as I belong to them.

  Lucius’ hands grip my hips. He’s panting with need, pressing the head of his cock against my freshly-fucked entrance.

  I bite my lip, aching for him to fill me up again. I feel so empty without an Aurelian cock buried deep inside of me – turning my mind off and letting me fulfil my temporary purpose for my triad; to be a willing and eager toy for my men.

  Then, Quint stands before me.

  He towers over me just like the other two Aurelians do – even when I’m standing. On all fours, though, I feel like a mortal subjugated before two towering gods.

  Quint’s cock is so fucking huge as he stands above me, and I stare eagerly at his thick, hanging balls. From the tip of his cock, a pearly drop of drooling pre-cum stretches towards the ground. Without even thinking about it, my lips open – and my tongue extends to lick up the glistening strand and suck it eagerly into my mouth.

  Oh, fuck.

  The moment I do, it’s like I’ve taken a hit of drugs. The salty, creamy pre-cum somehow tastes right – like I’d been waiting my whole life to taste it.

  The glistening lubricant does something to my taste buds – something that makes me crave so much more of it!

  One drop isn’t enough – will never be enough. I stretch my mouth open wide, my eyes pleading with the haunted, alien warrior; wordlessly begging him for more.

  Quint’s eyes are so strange and foreign to me – and there’s no humanity left in them as he stares down at me.

  Then, Quint grunts and drops to his knees, putting his cock exactly level with my eager lips. Then, he grabs my hair hard.

  If I’d been expecting him to be gentle, I was wrong. Quint yanks my hair, forcing my head forward – so I have no choice but to take his huge cock between my lips.

  I have to stretch my lips painfully wide to accommodate his huge cock – but the pain that flares up is a sweetly delicious kind of pain – one that the Bond enhances and turns into a dark, decadent pleasure. I moan hotly as Quint thrusts his huge, throbbing dick deeper into my mouth, and it’s so slick from his alien pre-cum that my throat eagerly stretches to accommodate him.

  Lucius grips my hips hard – and then ruts me like a bitch.

  He forces every inch of that huge, fucking cock inside me with a single, powerful thrust – spearing me on his shaft.

  I cry out, because he’s too fucking big! But as Lucius stretches me open, all the pain starts to turn into a twisted pleasure – one so black it’s like staring into the darkness of their Orb-Swords.

  I gasp out as the pain and pleasure intermingle – as I’m stretched anew. My mouth opens wider in shock – and Quint quickly presses his dick even deeper between my lips to fill the void.

  I feel like I’m being split apart – stuffed from both sides as the aliens lose themselves to the mating frenzy.

  Then, suddenly, Lucius’s aura solidifies in the base of my mind – just like Marcel’s did earlier.

  His aura is a tundra – hard ground and packed earth that can take any beating the elements see fit to bombard it with.

  He’s resolute – always ready for a fight – but the mating frenzy overpowers his natural anger and pride, and his need for me eclipses all else. His only desire is to seed me – to cum deep inside of me, mixing his seed with that of his two battle-brothers.

  The Bond thrums in my mind as I imagine that – his cock spurting deep inside of me.

  I realize now that it’s influencing me. As the Bond comes to life fully in my mind, I feel it drawing up every dark, delicious need I’ve ever had. I’m so tiny compared to these three, huge men.

  As I suck and slurp on his cock, I stare up at Quint’s hard abs and powerful body. I find myself turning off my brain – just existing as they take me. Quint growls as he slides his dick in and out of my mouth, and his alien pre-cum is so slick it lets him slide his massive dick right down my throat.

  You’d think I’d choke – but, instead, the taste of his seed drives me wild and desperate for more. It’s as if I’m in a trance. My mind has gone completely. I submit utterly to these powerful, alien gods.

  I can’t swallow all of Quint’s cock, but I am willing to practically dislocate my jaw as I try. His flowing pre-cum mixes with my own saliva and the cocktail drools from my lips. Every drop I gulp down my throat is rewarded by a gold-black tendril of pleasure coiling through my body.

  Behind me, Lucius wraps his huge arms around my tiny waist. He pulls me closer to him, his biceps flexing and growing as he fucks me deeper and deeper. As I’m lost to pleasure, Lucius finally roars out in defiance to the world - and then his cock stiffens deep inside of me, shooting load after load of his seed into my thirsty little pussy.

  The Bond flares once more in my mind. I literally can’t think as the bliss of the Bond mixes with my own orgasm and leaves me gasping and twitching.

  My mind only clears as Lucius finally pulls out of me.

  The respite lasts for just seconds. As Lucius pulls himself from my dripping pussy, Quint steps back, standing to his full height and pulling his own cock from my eagerly sucking lips.

  Suddenly, I’m utterly empty – but then, Quint lifts me up like he’s handling a doll. My own muscles don’t work anymore, and I fall limply in his arms. Only Quint can move me. He lifts me effortlessly, and in one brutal movement turns me and impales me on his dick.

  My legs and arms wrap around his massive, thrusting body instinctively – and I feel so weak and helpless compared to the rock-firm hardness of his huge muscles.

  Quint pulls me tightly against him. I stare deep into his alien eyes – and watch in wonder as they turn from a blank grey to the sharpest, crispest ice-blue.

  His aura crystallizes in my mind – joining those of his battle-brothers. Quint is intelligent, reserved, and – right now – as hard and unyielding as ice as he fucks me desperately. Quint grips my ass cheeks, pulling me up and then slamming me back down onto his straining dick. I whimper and moan as he uses me – stretching me deliciously full.

  My body responds to his powerful thrusts – the pleasure building and building inexorably. Lucius stands behind me, rubbing his hands against my shoulders and kissing my neck. Moments earlier, he was a rutting beast – and now Lucius nuzzles my hair; so tender and gentle compared to Quint’s hard, angry thrusting.

  I feel Lucius’ care and concern for me mixing with Marcel’s protective instincts – the emotions rushing through the Bond. Their protective energy is so different to the endless hunger of Quint’s rage-filled aura.

  And then, finally, Quint roars in climax – and I scream to match him as he seeds me. As Quint’s spurting cock floods me with his cum, I practically black out from my orgasm – falling limp and lifeless as pleasure that’s almost too intense to process blasts my mind.

  Finally, my vision slowly clears.

  Quint and I are attached to each other, but panting in unison. He pulls me tightly against his body, and I sense his heart pounding in his huge chest – deep, strong and fast.

  In fact, I feel like I have four heart-beats now instead of just one. Quint kisses me, and his icy blue eyes look at me so protectively and caringly as his aura chills my frantic mind – cold, and calm, and reassuring. Quint holds me tightly to him and his wonder pours through the Bond.

  The three of them are so fucking huge. They’ve grown from the Bond even as they claimed me. Now, the three Aurelians stand eight-foot in height – towering, marble-skinned statues of muscle and strength. Their authority over me is inherent to their being. They feel they’ve claimed me - and who am I to resist their imperious dominance?

  “You are ours,” whispers Lucius in my ear – and his voice drips into my very being.

  Through our shared Bond, I feel all that he feels – and Lucius can’t quite comprehend that he has finally found me.

  He can’t believe he found his Fated Mate – the one all Aurelians spend their thousands of years of life searching for,
but so rarely find. The three men now surround me, and the sheer mass of their bodies blocks me from the crowd. The triad form a protective circle around me – a barrier of powerful muscle and endless strength that makes the rest of the world seem as if it stops existing.

  Marcel, Quint, and Lucius have found their Fated Mate – and now I’m linked to this triad for eternity

  I can feel them – and instantly, they’ve stopped being strangers. Now, I can feel their honor – the truth of their being.

  These aren’t Rogue Aurelians. They don’t take advantage of weakness, but instead seek to protect it. Now, all that protectiveness is funneled into service of one woman.

  Me.

  They’re now my guardians.

  And just as suddenly as the world stops all around me, if suddenly begins again.

  There’s a click – a noise that makes me jolt up. The air behind us has turned opaque, instantly hiding the cheering, jeering audience from view.

  It should make me feel better – not being the unwilling subject of a hundred, lustful pairs of eyes…

  …but, somehow, it doesn’t feel right.

  The Aurelians instantly lose all their tenderness – snapping into the tense, hyper-aware stance of natural born warriors. Quint gently lowers me to the floor, although my legs buckle and give out the moment I try to put weight on them. I’m so weak after being mated so hard and fast by all three Aurelians that I can barely move.

  With a gentleness I might not have expected from the gaunt-eyed alien, Quint helps me over to the pole, and I hang onto it – needing it to prop me up as my legs regain their strength.

  From behind us, the doors slide open ominously...

  Bullfrogs rush in.

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  Bullfrog after Bullfrog hop and scramble onto the stage, pouring through the gaping doorway like ants scurrying from a kicked hive.

  The towering beasts have no Orb-Axes, but each stands nine or ten-feet-tall, and every inch consists of warty muscle covered with gleaming, armor-like flab. I scream, and Lucius pushes me aside to protect me from the onslaught.

  The Aurelians move fluidly. They were born for this.

  Even as he pushes me away from danger, Lucius kicks the wooden pole I’d been bound to with one hard jab of his massive foot. The wood instantly splinters, and Lucius grabs the sharpest and most deadly-looking shards from it.

  As he grips one in his own massive hand, the warrior throws another of the stakes of splintered wood to Marcel. The leader of the Aurelians catches the makeshift weapon in mid-air – not even looking at the trajectory of Lucius’s throw as he sprints directly towards the horde of Bullfrogs.

  I can feel him in my mind – his thoughts and emotions as vivid as my own. Marcel’s aura is of violence.

  I sense that he’s eager for this battle – that he’s eager to test out his new, enhanced body. The power of the Bond has made him taller, stronger, and bigger…

  …but I still feel nothing but terror as I witness the endless wave of Bullfrogs pushing their way through that narrow doorway.

  To my right, Quint grabs another piece of splintered wood – this one as long as my leg. The sharp shard looks like a toy in his massive hand – but there’s nothing playful about the way Quint charges towards the onslaught of Bullfrogs flooding through the doorway.

  I’d landed on the ground when Lucius pushed me aside, and I pull myself up from the floor, my legs still shaking from the intensity of our mating.

  Before I can fully rise, Lucius places a huge hand across my back.

  Stay low.

  I gasp. His voice entered my mind – speaking without words. I felt what Lucius told me, but I didn’t hear it. Nevertheless, I obey – lying on the ground as Lucius towers protectively over me like a guardian angel.

  Meanwhile, in front of us, Marcel crashes into the wave of Bullfrogs like a rock splitting aside the tide.

  Despite the number of them – despite their sheer size – the wave of Bullfrogs is pushed back by his charge. As Marcel wades into the fray, he thrusts his spear with the deadly accuracy of a swordsman – stabbing it right through one Bullfrog’s throat, even as he turns and kicks aside a second. The first Bullfrog clutches his useless, gurgling windpipe as he falls to his knees, and is then trampled by the onslaught of his brethren.

  More and more of them pile in through the door – an impossible number.

  The warrior triad fight like champions – but for every Bullfrog Marcel or Quint kills or incapacitates, two more rush in through the doorway. Their tough, armored hide make all but a perfect strike glance off. Within seconds, Quint is buried beneath the onslaught. I lose sight of him in the bloody mess, yet I feel his pain through our Bond as he is trampled beneath countless heavy, webbed feet.

  Meanwhile, the flesh, blood, and entrails of Bullfrogs fly through the air, painting the walls as they’re hewn from whichever creature falls victim to Marcel. The stench of fresh death burns my nostrils, and I struggle not to gag.

  Then, they’re over us. We’re overwhelmed.

  Lucius stands protectively to the last, snarling and twirling his jagged wooden stick as effectively as he might an Orb-Blade. With one sharp thrust, he takes out the eyes of one Bullfrog. Then, he thrusts his makeshift weapon into the guts of another – before the wave of growling, gurgling Bullfrogs finally overwhelms him.

  Lucius is pushed to the ground beneath their weight. He manages to throw one of the beasts off him, but when two more dive on top to take its place, he’s finally pinned to the blood-soaked ground.

  Huge, slimy hands grab at me. I struggle, but I’m dragged away from the Aurelians, free from the fray. I kick and struggle, but the wet, warty hands grip me even tighter.

  “Lucius!” I scream – but it’s useless. Two huge Bullfrogs yank me away from the blood and battle, toward the opaque, grey shield of air that hides the faces of the jeering crowd.

  The air shield disappears as I’m pulled through it, then it hardens like a barrier behind me.

  Suddenly, I’m cut off from my triad.

  As I’m dragged into the auditorium, I look around desperately. The audience is gone, now. Where there was a baying crowd just seconds earlier, now there is just silence and empty space.

  Only one man remains.

  Lord Oblog.

  He sits on the dais, slimy and grotesque, and his blubbery smile sends chills down my spine. He claps his glistening, webbed hands slowly – the fleshy sound echoing across the now empty chambers.

  I turn and look back desperately, trying to see through the grey barrier that cut me off from my triad – but they’re lost to me.

  Jamie! What’s happening!

  I gasp, as Marcel’s voice sounds in my mind. He’s speaking to me wordlessly, like Lucius did before.

  I cling to the echo of his voice, and I can feel the auras of the triad flood with terror and rage as they fight relentlessly and mercilessly against the onslaught of Bullfrogs. Beneath all that emotion, I can also detect the pain of being pummeled by huge, hard fists and powerful, webbed feet.

  I scream: “Stop hurting them!”

  Lord Oblog stares me down as I turn to him – half-commanding, and half-begging. He laughs sharply – that disgusting, gurgle-like chuckle.

  “Tell them to stop resisting, and they’ll not be hurt any further – for now.”

  I don’t even hesitate.

  “Stop fighting!” I scream out loud – but then realize my mistake. The Aurelians couldn’t hear me – not over the sound of blood and battle.

  Instead, I try to focus my mind – to communicate with Lucius and Marcel the same way they just did with me.

  Stop fighting. Stop fighting.

  I squeeze shut my eyes and concentrate.

  Marcel! Lucius! Quint! STOP FIGHTING!

  Finally, I sense my words reaching them. Reluctantly, I sense the Aurelians cease fighting as my message gets through to them. I feel the battle quiet down as the three warriors reluctantly surrender.

  I
can feel their rage, humiliation, and anger – but my triad, strong as they are, couldn’t possibly fight against that endless onslaught of Bullfrogs. Who’s to say how many of the warrior elite of his species that Lord Oblog has under his command.

  Seeing the reaction on my face, Lord Oblog leans back in his raised throne.

  “So – you’re Bonded to them.”

  My cheeks burn at his mocking tone.

  “I never could have predicted it,” the disgusting creature gurgles. “A one in a million chance – a billion!” He shakes his blubbery head. “Oh, Jamie. Poor, poor little Jamie. You’re the key to everything – and you don’t even realize it!”

  His voice is icy cold. I feel sick as Oblog looks at me. His gaze is even more disgusting to me than the rough, slimy hands of the two Bullfrogs holding me in place.

  The terror of the three Aurelians pours through the Bond – but they don’t fear losing themselves.

  They fear losing me.

  Three huge, alien warriors – who fearlessly faced down a horde of Bullfrogs – are scared for me. They’re beasts of perfect, rippling muscle – driven by sharp instincts, born and molded into angels of death…

  …and yet, these Gods of war have been made mortal by me.

  I am their Achilles heel. The three of them are now responsible for a fourth member of what had been a triad – me. We’re inextricably linked now, and their fate rests with mine.

  I clench my fists. I wish there was something I could do – but while I might have been made stronger by the weird, transformative power of the Bond, I still know my limits. I’m still human – and I wasn’t built for battle against gigantic, deadly creatures like Bullfrogs.

  I have no weapons, and I’m not as strong as an Aurelian – but then the poison of hope seeps into my bloodstream.

  Neither was Ling!

  I’d give my late best friend even odds against one of those Bullfrogs – perhaps even better. What’s more, she taught me everything she knew before she was stolen from me – like how there’s more to a fight than brute strength and muscle; and only a fool fights fair.