by Corin Cain
Karan’s huge hand reaches out, touching my cheek. His light-blue eyes flash a deeper color. I’m not imagining it – they go a dark, deep blue as he touches me, and he shudders. I know Karan’s barely holding back. His hungry eyes devour me and I know every instinct in his body is telling him to ravage me – to lose control and make me his.
“Tell me you need this,” says Karan, his eyes flashing and glowing different shades of blue. All the colors of the oceans of my home on Terra flash before me; driving waves, gale-force winds, typhoons of lust flickering in his quicksilver eyes.
“Do it. They’ll kill us otherwise,” I gasp, and his hand slowly trails down my neck, my desire rising as my legs spread instinctively.
Raegan steps forward and shakes his head. His eyes turn golden – into deep pools of molten metal that simmer with a dark fire. He brings a huge thumb to my nipple, and his touch electrifies me.
“No. Tell us you want it,” he demands, his muscles tensing, his cock so fucking huge and throbbing that it terrifies me. My body responds to his presence, even if my mind rebels against the thought of submitting to my arch-enemies. I’ve hated Aurelians for so long that the lust that I feel bubbling up inside of me makes me feel ashamed. It isn’t the thousands of disgusting creatures watching us that humiliates me. It’s that these Aurelians are forcing me to admit my need for them.
Baldur tenses, blood flowing from a nasty cut on his chest. His eyes flash a light, brilliant green, like emeralds sparkling in the sun. He must be ignoring his pain completely – or perhaps, in his lust, he no longer feels it. His massive cock throbs and bounces, and I moan, aching to have him inside of me.
“Your nipples are hard as rock, your pussy is soaked with desire, And I can smell your need. Your body craves us. Tell us that your mind does too – or we’ll not touch you, and die trying to fight our way out of here instead.”
“I… I want you. All three of you,” I gasp, and the Aurelians lose control. Huge hands rip the gossamer of my dress apart as the crowd screams in approval. Three sets of mouths descend to taste my body – too many tongues and fingers suddenly slipping all over me. My desire mounts to a crescendo I can no longer control, as these three huge aliens explore my body.
Raegan’s massive cockhead presses again my opening, barely fitting, and his eyes burn a darker, molten gold as he enters me. His muscles tense, and I know he’s trying desperately not to thrust into me all in one hard motion – not wanting to split me apart.
“I can handle it,” I gasp, thanking Elanor in my mind for the oil which might make that possible.
Raegan thrusts into me with a low growl, his cock stretching me open and filling me so deeply I can’t control myself. He tears through my resistance – an instant of pain as he takes my long-protected innocence.
Then suddenly, I am his.
I scream out in need, not caring that there are thousands of eyes on me – my eyes rolling back as I’m filled with the arrogant Aurelian’s perfect cock.
Baldur and Karan devour my nipples greedily, their huge mouths covering my hard buds and sucking violently. There’s a mix of pain with the pleasure as Raegan ravages me. I wish my hands weren’t tied so I could grab onto his huge back, but as I hang there, I’m helpless. He fucks me hard.
I gasp out as Raegan stares deep into my eyes, and I feel his lust.
My mouth goes open. He’s inside my head somehow. I can feel him there, in front of me – I can feel the absolute need he has for my body. His eyes open wide in surprise as he ravages me, then Raegan kisses me deeply, his tongue a welcome invader inside my mouth.
I breathe in, and his strong alien scent fills my nostrils with pheromones as I submit entirely to his might. I can barely handle the pleasure as my orgasm rises higher and higher, golden pleasure filling me as I’m brought to a climax in front of this roaring, baying crowd.
Raegan’s cock tenses and he shoots his seed into me. In that moment our bodies are so intertwined – our souls merging so completely – that I no longer know if I’m Jasmine or Raegan. I feel myself enter his mind for a split-second – feeling the pain from his wounds, and the lust and pleasure as he ravages me. Raegan pulls away, his cock still dripping cum, and Karan pushes him roughly aside – entering me before I have a chance to prepare.
I’m still full of Raegan’s seed, even as his presence recedes in my mind. Now Karan takes me hard. He wraps his huge hands around my ass as he fucks me, groping me violently. I can smell the blood from a gash on his shoulder, but he ignores the pain as he ravages me in the middle of the arena. Karan’s eyes are the ocean – a storm raging within him as he takes me. I feel him entering my mind, a presence of rage and lust mixed together in violence. We were both nearly killed by a monstrous beast, and yet I’ve never felt so alive.
As Karan fucks me, Baldur grabs my chin, turning my head to stare into his brilliant green eyes. Karan fucks me harder and harder, his strokes growing more and more violent as he loses control.
Baldur kisses me, his mouth hungry against mine. One alien fucks me with wild abandon, while the other locks his lips against mine. Then, suddenly, Karan roars in pleasure and fills me with his cum, his mind a wild, raging typhoon that merges completely with mine. My second orgasm mixes with his, and I break off my kiss with Baldur – losing my mind in Karan’s pleasure and screaming out in lust.
He pulls out, and Karan’s seed is mixed with Raegan, dripping down my legs. Baldur lifts my legs, and I try to wrap them around his huge body as he thrusts his massive cock into me. I’m slick from the seed of his two blood-brothers and the miraculous oil, and as I’m filled again, my eyes roll back in pleasure.
“Oh God,” I moan out. Baldur fucks me slowly, with hard, powerful thrusts that make my body shake.
“You’re mine now,” he growls, his eyes flashing darker green, dominant and controlling. My mouth opens in shock, and for the first time in my life I feel submissive to a man. My legs are spread for him, as Baldur fucks me harder and harder – and my moans grow in their insistence.
“Cum for me, my little toy,” he orders, and my body responds without my control. I cum hard, and our minds merge as his cock flexes and he finally fills me with his seed. I can feel his dominance, knowing intimately that he truly believes he owns me.
Baldur pulls his cock from me, and I suddenly feel so empty – shaking against the pole, my wrists sore and my body shuddering. My legs quiver and quake and the reality of the situation finally hits me.
The crowd reappears. They didn’t exist when I was being taken, and now I see every one of them, in all their ugly splendor.
But I don’t care about that. The greatest shock is that somehow, someway, the three aliens are in my mind.
I don’t know if I’m imagining it or not… But I know I’m not.
“You’re… You’re bonded… To all three of us.”
It’s Raegan, standing there and murmuring in wonder.
10
Karan
My eyes are wide, my body sated like never before. My seed is mixed with that of my triad, dripping down from between Jasmine’s legs.
I look at my possession with wonder.
And she is my possession.
But while I may own her now… She owns me as well.
I can feel her in my mind – a presence unlike my Aurelian triad. Her mind is a confusing mix of emotions: Misplaced hatred, shame, and utter lust – mixing with a wonder and astonishment that she’s still alive.
Every grain of sand is suddenly clearer in my vision, and my muscles tense and grow. I know instantly that all the stories about bonding are true…
All, except one.
“It’s not possible to bond three Aurelians to one female,” I think in shock.
“It is now,” thinks back Raegan.
“By the Gods, I’m stronger,” telepaths Baldur, flexing his arms. It’s as if our muscles are finally able to be used to their full potential. Like our minds and bodies are more connected. I feel quicker. Everything is
clearer. It’s like I’ve been living half asleep my entire life without knowing it. Now, suddenly, I’m fully awake.
“The Aurelians put on a wonderful show!” It’s the Toad slaver, calling from his throne. I growl, looking up at him. I feel the same hatred that Raegan and Baldur have towards him.
But it’s nothing compared to the ball of raging fire that is Jasmine. If our hatred towards the Toad slaver is a forest fire, hers is a sun – spitting and flaring; a ball of pure, massive rage that shows me the true nature of humans.
I suddenly realize that they have a depth and deepness to their emotions that I never knew.
But I understand now.
I understand how their worlds devolved into chaos, and yet how humans still produced the greatest art known to the Empire. How could anyone live a life of logic and order with a mind like theirs?
I shudder as I realize that my mind acted just like Jasmine’s during our love making. When I was mating with her, my emotions were so heightened – my lust so overwhelming – that I would have levelled empires to have her. I would have plunged the universe into bloody war just to have her.
It’s against all of my Aurelian teachings: That the lives of the many are worth more than the lives of the few.
Yet, I would burn the Empire for her.
The realization rocks me to the core. I understand now why the priests of our species warned against bonding with humans – despite knowing that those who could, couldn’t control the power of their bonding.
The Toad nobleman stands from his own raised dias, his disgusting bulk sheening with slime under the sun. He’s beneath a shaded pagoda up on his dias, with slaves spraying him with mist from golden spray bottles. He glistens, his disgusting warts and rolls of green, slimy fat glinting in the scalding sunlight.
“A great performance by the Aurelians! But an even greater one from the human whore! Let’s see if she can handle a noble Toad’s cock! I shall buy the Aurelians for one whole Orb, and they will fight in my private arena, far away from the reach of their pathetic empire – but the whore shall be mine as well!”
Rage fills me –and I can sense that it fills my blood-brothers equally. Snarling, the three of us all walk in unison towards the swords, grabbing them off the ground as the Toad Guards stream in to take Jasmine away.
I’m suddenly so much stronger than before. My body feels like I could leap over buildings – like I could take on a Scorp Queen single-handed. The Toads walk towards us slowly, horror in their eyes, as if they know they have the choice between dying by our swords – or being killed by their slave master for refusing to do so.
The Toad slaver stands, nodding respectfully towards the nobleman he’d invited to purchase us.
“Our honored guest has spoken! The human is his! You Aurelians – you’ll have the pick from many more whores in his palace. A whole harem! But leave this woman for him… Or I’ll be forced to hurt her!”
I look up with confusion.
Hurt her? She’s not even on the leash.
Then Jasmine screams. I feel her utter agony in the back of my head. I see now what I missed during our lovemaking. In the heat of my need, I didn’t see the Orb-bead around her neck.
All three of us drop our swords at the same time. Jasmine’s pain stops instantly, and we reluctantly back off – sweating with the grim knowledge that we can’t stop her from being sold to the Toad nobleman.
I look to my triad. There’s so much rage in our faces. It’s uncouth to show emotions on your face – Aurelians are supposed to be statuesque and logical – but our rage is plain to see.
I send the image to my warrior brothers. It’s an image of the three of us using our new-found strength to break the bars of our cell and escape.
The Toads holding us at bay take this opportunity to undo Jasmine’s bonds, and lead her away from the pole she was tied to. I try desperately to telepath to her, but she’s so faint in my mind compared to Raegan and Baldur.
“Bring the Toad Lord to our cells. Bring the Toad Lord to our cells.”
All three of us telepath the words over and over, and then we’re lead back through the portcullis towards our own cage.
11
Jasmine
I shudder as I’m forced to walk naked down the hallway. I’m shocked by the feeling of the three aliens in my mind, but every step I take away from them, the further away they drift. Raegan’s presence fades the fastest, then Baldur’s, and finally Karan’s. I realize that our connection was strongest during our copulation – and I can feel their seed still dripping down my legs.
With the realisation of everything, terror fills me.
I’m brought up to a bedroom in the Toad slaver’s palace – one with a huge, luxurious bed. The massive Toad nobleman awaits me there – the one who bought me, along with the three Aurelians, from the Toad slaver.
His other slaves have left. It’s just me and him – and as I’m led into his chambers, I think about grabbing the glasses next to the pitcher of wine beside him, smashing them, and using the shards to slash the Toad’s jiggling throat open.
But then I see the tiny remote in his hands. The Toad slaver must have given him the controls to the Orb-shard around my neck. That horrific, malevolent Orb…
The Toad Lord laughs, low and slow, enjoying the sight of my body.
The second I see him, my eyebrows furrow. I don’t understand it, but it’s like a thought suddenly comes into my head.
I should bring him down to the cells.
Wait, but why? And how?
“Mmmm. You’re a beautiful creature,” the Toad Lord purrs. “I don’t usually like humans. I find Toads much better-suited to my pleasures. But to fuck a creature that the Aurelians just mated with? That would be sweet indeed. They think they’re so much better than us Toads. They think that we are nothing!”
He yells the last word, his fingers trailing on the remote – as if in his anger he might lose control and send waves of pain through me.
“Come closer,” the Toad orders, coaxing me with two green fingers. Terror fills me as I step closer. The Toad watches me, breathing in slowly, his nostril slits opening as he fills his lungs.
“I can smell it. My seed will be mixed with that of the Aurelians. To have Aurelian slaves and to fuck their woman? God, life is good!”
A plan forms in my mind. I eye the remote, knowing that if my scheme fails – if the Toad suspects anything – he’ll torture me for hours.
So, I have to be brave.
“My lord!” I do the best job of play-acting that I can. “Please, I would much rather be with you than those brutes – but they’ll kill you if we do!”
The Toad’s eyes fill with rage. “Liar! You humans all fawn over those bastards.”
I shake my head. “No! They threw my father in prison. I hate Aurelians! I always have! I know a Toad Lord will treat me better. But they’ll kill you if you claim their woman!”
The Toad stands up from the bed, his legs wobbling under his massive weight. “The Aurelians are my property! I’ll show you how much they fear me!” The Toad turns to the door, and demands: “Guards!”
The doors to the bedroom open, and four muscular Toad guards enter. Unlike most of the corpulent Toads, these ones have iron muscle beneath their layers of fat, and crude looks on their broad faces.
“Pass me the pain gun,” the Toad Lord growls with a cruel look on his face. One of the Toad guard hands him a tiny weapon. There’s a large Orb-shard in the hilt, and I know it must be a powerful tool to harness that much power.
If I can just get my hands on it…
The Toad Lord smiles at me, licking his lips. “It will be so much sweeter to show you how the Aurelians grovel and beg before me. I’ll make them watch as I fuck you in front of them.” He turns to his men. “Guards, escort me to the cells.”
Guilt hits me in a wave. The pain gun is small, black and cruel, and I know I’ve just brought agony to the Aurelians. I remember the horror of the shard around my neck.
Orbs may be used for great wonders like interstellar travel, but they are also used for great terrors – from the guns that can level cities from orbit, to instruments of cruelty and torture like the pain gun, or the collar around my neck.
I feel so ashamed that I’m delaying the inevitable – that my disgust at the thought of being taken by this Toad has caused me to buy myself time, by siccing him on the three proud aliens who have pledged to protect me.
But Is that what I’m doing? Surely it’s the only logical explanation? Yet, why do I feel so strongly that I have to trick the Toad into going to the cells?
We make our way down the stairs to the cells. I keep a respectful distance behind the Toad Lord – keeping my head down and my eyes turned submissively to the floor. I sneak glances up whenever I can, imagining grabbing the gun from the lumbering Toad.
Why am I tricking him to go to the cells? Why am I choosing to be responsible for causing pain and suffering to the Aurelians?
Raegan, Karan and Baldur stand at attention when we approach the bars of their cage. Their wounds have been crudely healed – ugly scars marring their perfect bodies.
“I own you now,” says the Toad Lord with a grimace, “and my new bitch needs to know you’ll behave.”
Karan looks him in the eyes. “We will kill for you in the arenas, but don’t hurt her.”
The Toad laughs. “Hurt her? No, I’m going to hurt you.”
He aims the pain gun at him and presses the trigger.
A thin black beam arcs towards Karan. The proud warrior screams and falls to the ground. I faintly feel in the back of my head the waves of pure agony that are torturing his body. Tears form in my eyes.
I did this. I caused this.
The Toad Lord glances at me, laughing. “You see? Even Aurelians bow before me!”
I try to hide my disgust and fear. Through the bars of the the cage, Raegan looks at me, and gives me a tiny nod.
