by Corin Cain
“I… I don’t know.”
“Decide,” growls Baldur, “we’ll give you that freedom. But know this: I have heard many tales of our rare bond. The more we mate, the stronger the bond will become. There are… Side effects. Pleasurable side effects.”
“Side effects?” I gasp, my breasts heaving against the thin dress as Raegan starts to trails his hand up under my dress, to find my sopping wetness. I moan as his huge finger – the size of a human’s cock – presses into me.
“Aurelians pride themselves on being aloof and logical – but that all breaks down with the bond. It will control us. We will become more dominant. More violent. More beastly. Jasmine – tell us now if you don’t want this, for soon we’ll lose all control.”
I bite my lip. I remember how they battled to save my life, their muscles flexing as they finished off the Scorp Queen. I used to hate Aurelians, yet now all this confusing lust for them fills my mind. I’m shocked to find that I imagine serving them – bringing them drinks, massaging their powerful bodies, submitting to them. Images flash in my mind of being their property – of being used by these dominant, alpha aliens.
“What’s happening to me?” I gasp.
Karan’s deep, blue eyes stare into mine. “The stronger the bond, the more you will submit to us. Deeper and deeper, until you’re with child.
With child?
That’s not what I imagined for my life.
But what did I imagine?
The life of a rebel is a harsh and cold one. Scavenging Orb-shards when I’m lucky – but broken, rusty parts are the bulk of my findings. I find just enough to trade so I can keep the gnawing hunger away and provide for my sick mother while my father is in jail.
What kind of life is that?
It’s pointless. I can’t concentrate with these three gorgeous aliens surrounding me. Their hands might tease and stoke my desire, but it’s their eyes that entrance me like I’m hypnotized.
I’ll become more submissive, they warned me. Until I’m pregnant with an Aurelian child.
“Decide!” Raegan suddenly barks, his voice harsh. His eyes burn and melt, devouring me as his muscles tense. White pre-cum drips from the tip of his huge dick, and I ache badly to have it inside me.
His finger is inside me, and it curls against my g-spot – making a come-hither motion that sends waves of need through me. At the same time, Karan pinches my nipple, pulling at it through the thin material of my dress.
“Take me,” I gasp, suddenly unable to control the torrents of lust building up inside of me. I’ve never been so sopping wet in my entire life; and yet I pray that their huge alien cocks will still not tear me apart.
My eyes widen as Baldur’s cock twitches, pre-cum drooling from the tip. He strokes himself, smearing the glistening pre-cum across his shaft, until his huge cock is slick and hungry for my body.
As I watched, transfixed, Raegan slides a second finger into my wetness, opening and stretching me further as his other hand pulls at my nipple.
Karan leans in, kissing me deeply as his thumb circles my other nipple, teasing the sensitive bud.
I close my eyes and melt into his kiss as all these hands roam over my body. I feel so filthy, still covered in sweat and dust from our escape – still filled with their seed, from when the fucked me hard in the middle of the arena, in front of the baying crowd.
I breathe in deeply, smelling the mixture of their alien musk, that drives me wild, and the iron-like smell of blood from their wounds.
Rational thought leaves my mind as my eyes snap open. Karan gazing at me, his eyes two crystal-clear blue lakes that I ache to drown in. The hands of these dominant aliens fill me with a lust that overwhelms my mind, and I ache for more. I reach out, grabbing Karan’s huge member, stroking his shaft and lubricating his entire, barbaric manhood with his drooling pre-cum.
I grab Raegan’s hand, trying to pull his fingers out of me, but he’s so strong it’s as if I’m trying to move a stone wall. He gets the idea, though – and, groaning in need, reluctantly pulls his fingers from inside me.
I stand.
“Let me ride you, Karan,” I gasp, wanting to feel one last element of control before my mind is warped and shaped by the bond – until all I want to do is get on all fours and be bred over and over by these alien’s huge cocks. Until I’m with their child.
The image sears in my mind – of being so in heat that my only thoughts are of serving their huge cocks, of being filled by their seed.
I mount Karan, his huge cock pressing against the folds of my wetness, and he growls. He isn’t some weak-willed human who’d sit back and let me dictate his pleasure. He grabs my hips firmly and impales me on his huge, throbbing dick. I scream out in pleasure as he fills me to the brim, my eyes rolling back as his slick cock dominates me.
Oh, fuck. I want to be their little toy.
The thought arcs through my mind, and all I can imagine is serving them – bringing them drinks, dancing for them, dressing like a pleasure slave and knowing that at any moment they can press me against the wall and take me as their own.
I chose this.
The thought is fiery, and I bite my lip as my body merges with Karan’s – finding the rhythms of our pleasure together. His eyes flash whenever he sinks inside me to the hilt, as if they’re storm-clouds split asunder by lightning. Karan’s huge hands grip my ass, and he spreads my cheeks apart.
Then I feel it.
“I can’t handle that,” I gasp, as a huge Aurelian cock-head presses against my asshole. Raegan is behind me, his cock-head slick with pre-cum and twitching with need. He ignores my protests, pressing his stone-hard rod against my virgin ass.
“You need this,” he growls, and I shudder as I realize he’s right. Karan spreads my ass open for Raegan, who presses his slick cock inside me. I’ve never felt so full in my life. Karan’s body tenses. His massive dick is deep inside me, and he holds himself perfectly still as Raegan enters me from behind.
Raegan wraps his hands around my breasts. His huge hands cover them completely, squeezing gently as he and Karan move rhythmically, thrusting in a rhythm that drives me wild.
Then it happens. As my orgasm builds intensely, I feel them in my minds. Karan’s presence is violent, the waves of his lust making me feel as though I’m on a desolate island and an enormous tidal wave is looming above me. I sink into his mind, allowing myself to fully submit to whatever happens next.
Raegan’s mind is colder, more disciplined – but the hunger he feels for me is wolf-like and all encompassing.
Baldur stands up and moves next to me, his huge member at mouth level. I open my mouth greedily. All three of my holes are filled as Baldur plunges his massive dick deep inside my mouth. I pull away, unable to handle his girth, but Baldur simply grabs my hair and fucks my mouth – even as I struggle to handle it. He’s so slick from pre-cum that the taste of his seed drives me wild.
Karan and Raegan thrust faster and faster, their cocks moving in and out of me at a blinding, inhumanly fast speed. Karan pants, his eyes wide and wild, and I shudder in filthy desire as he extend his huge tongue and licks my neck.
I’ve never tasted anything as good as Baldur’s pre-cum. It’s a thick nectar that makes me hungry for more – and my eyes roll back in pleasure as I imagine him sending jets of cum down my throat.
My orgasm builds and builds, and if I didn’t have my mouth stretched open to accommodate such a massive Aurelian dick, I’d be screaming out in pleasure. Instead, saliva drips down my lips as I’m fucked into a puddle of submission.
Raegan and Karan cum at the same time, their minds flashing in the back of my head – two fiery explosions of lust and pleasure. Their growls fill the cockpit, animal and beastly, and my body responds instinctively. In my pleasure, my pussy contracts and shudders – an even more powerful climax overwhelming me.
Baldur growls and his cock tenses in my mouth. I try to breathe in through my nostrils, desperate for air, and he grabs my hair hard – forc
ing the entire length of his cock down my throat. His body shudders as he shoots cum directly into my stomach, rope after rope of his seed filling my throat and mouth. His mind joins mine too – his presence in the back of mine. Baldur’s green eyes go wide with need and lust in our joining.
He pulls his dick from my mouth and I struggle to swallow the last drops. I don’t want to waste a single speck of his seed. In fact, just the thought fills me with revulsion. Even allowing a drop to hit the floor would be a waste.
Why… Why am I thinking that?
My thoughts are as if I’m in a trance. Karan wraps his arms around me, holding me tight as my body shudders. Raegan pulls himself from me, and I’m exhausted – my body overworked and overstimulated.
“You are ours,” whispers Karan in my ear, and I don’t know what I’m more afraid of.
That he speaks the truth…
…or how desperately I want it to be true.
12
Raegan
My legs ache, twinging in pain. The sensation is nothing, though – not compared to the ecstasy I just experienced as I ravaged my mate. Jasmine’s presence is still in the back of my mind, and I can feel her need.
Her desire inflames me, even as I settle at the pilot’s console and punch in the coordinates for a phase-shift.
It’s hard to concentrate. All my logic and stoicism are melted in her presence. She is fire – burning magma that inflames my body and mind. When I’m inside her, there’s nothing else in the universe except our bodies becoming one. I ache to seed her again – to watch as her body becomes full with my child, her breasts filling and growing.
I turn my head and look back at her, held in Karan’s arms in the rear of the cockpit, her body still shuddering and shaking from the throes of our pleasure.
Who knew humans could be so passionate?
Karan and Baldur often talked of having a harem when they returned – but for me, I always imagined spending my time after my service in the military learning and growing instead; discovering the works of the old greats. Humans may live for only a brief spark compared to Aurelians, but among what I used to think was just a rabble and sea of brutes, there have always been a few shining beacons of intellect. I enjoyed studying their writings and thought.
Yet, I’d never met a human who was worth dying for.
Until now.
I glance down at the console, double-check the phase-shift, and initiate the procedure.
“Hold her tight,” I say, and my voice becomes warped and drawn out as the Orbs in the ship’s engines work at full power to plunge us through the Void. My eyes are assailed by color and sound, furious and overpowering until we appear above the atmosphere of Colossus.
A security ship locks onto us immediately – it’s missile batteries training on us.
“Identify yourself,” comes a stern voice over our intercom.
“Raegan Bassilus. I come with my triad. We were lost, probably presumed dead.”
“Checking records.”
Seconds pass. “Welcome home. We thought we’d lost you. The four of you are requested at the royal palace. Make yourself presentable.”
Requested. That means ordered.
“The four of us?”
“There are rumors you found a mate,” he says, and his voice is filled with wonder. I let him keep guessing, punching away at the controls.
I pilot the ship through the atmosphere, flying over the familiar old planet that birthed me. The capital city is built of marble, towering with buildings that twist and turn, their walls kept forever smooth. I fly as low as legally allowed over the warrior’s estates, knowing that one of the newly-formed palaces is mine when I want it.
Data stores start transmitting to my ship, and new coordinates appear. I follow them, and fly towards a large estate in the distance. A huge pool beckons to me in the grounds of the estate, and I stare at it longingly as I land our stolen ship on the estate landing pad.
The door of our vessel swings open, and we get out together – the human freed slaves meek and cowering as they emerge; perhaps barely understanding that they are truly free.
“Elanor,” I address the servant I’d rescued from the area. “Get Jasmine washed and into attire suitable for a royal visit. I imagine the estate has been prepared with such things for our arrival.”
“Of course,” Elanor nods demurely.
“This… This is all yours?” Jasmine steps next to me, gazing around, her voice filled with wonder.
“Yes. Karan and Baldur have the neighboring estates. Not all Aurelians return from battle with the Scorps, but the ones that do survive are rewarded for spending their third century knee-deep in blood.” I glance upward. “Hurry along with Elanor. The Emperor will not be kept waiting.”
13
Jasmine
I feel so lost on this alien world. Raegan, Karan, and Baldur stride into this palace, unashamed by their nakedness. I can’t help but watch their muscled asses as they walk. They’re built for fighting and fucking, and I’ve witnessed and experienced their talents in both.
The sun is high above us, the air cool and breezy. This marble palace is unlike any human building I’ve ever seen. It stands tall and curved, in shapes I’d thought would be impossible to construct. I feel light on my feet. There’s less gravity here on Colossus than on the desert world of Bugra.
Elanor pulls me away from my Aurelian lovers.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To see if I can find my way around this palace. You’re going to see the Emperor – so we need to make you even more beautiful than you are already.”
Elanor was an indentured servant on Bugra, not a slave, and her confidence is apparent.
“Girls! Come!” She snaps her fingers, and the former slaves follow her without question.
I stop in my tracks. “No. They aren’t slaves anymore.”
The three of them look up, fear in their eyes. The one who made eye contact with me initially – all that time ago back on Bugra, when the Toad slaver was pulling us in front of the Scorp Queen – breaks down, guilt in her eyes.
“I’m… I’m so sorry. We didn’t help you back on Bugra, when we thought you were going to die in the arena. We abandoned you, and yet you still saved us. Now, we’re all three filled with guilt and shame. Please, let us repay the debt. Let us serve you.”
My mouth opens wide. I’d never have thought they’d feel guilty. These poor women had no choice. After long years of slavery, owned by that evil Toad, they’d been so broken down they’d have had no way of helping me.
“No… I don’t blame you!” I pause. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Garud… no… I’m Sarah. Garud was my slave name. May I be called Sarah?”
She looks up at me with wide, hopeful eyes. I run to her, hugging her. She looks even more guilty, and the other two women fall back as well.
“Sarah, I’ll never let you be hurt again. You three can stay with me, or…”
It suddenly occurred to me - where was I staying? In this palace, I suppose – where shortly, I’ll be seeing the Aurelian Emperor.
Fear hits me, and the three former slaves look at me with trepidation. I have to be strong – for them.
“If you wish, you may help me here – or I can arrange for the three of you to be given enough money to survive on your own.”
“We’ll serve you,” they say instantly. “I’m Tala, and this is Pran. Pran doesn’t really speak.”
Pran, in her mid-thirties, still hasn’t made eye contact with me. She simply looks down at the ground, awaiting orders. It breaks my hearts.
“Very good. I don’t require much, and when I don’t need your services, I’ll expect you three to aid me as advisors. I need you to read and learn as much as you can about Aurelians. Everything about them – their art, their way of life. But first, come with me and Elanor.”
My voice is imperious. I barely recognize myself, but I know acting this way is the only way I can help them. I walk w
ith Elanor, both of us ahead of the three demure women.
“That was deftly done,” Elanor whispers to me. “Now they’ll spend their time learning and growing, instead of simply serving. You’ve freed them from the Toads. Perhaps this will now free them from the mental bonds of slavery.”
I smile. “You see straight through me.”
Elanor laughs, lilting and beautiful. “I simply look for the most benevolent reason for your actions and assume that’s why you chose them.”
My cheeks go red at the compliment.
“Oh, now you blush?” Elanor laughs slyly. “I thought for certain you’d be blushing after I heard every moan of your coupling with those three studs.” My embarrassment rises, and Elanor delights in my shame – simply laughing as she leads me into the huge palace.
The palace is empty. It boasts huge vaulted ceiling, empty daises that cry out to be adorned with flower-filled vases, and plain white walls that loom around us without adornment.
It’s virginal – never been lived in – and it shocks me to the core.
This palace could fit hundreds of human families. The excess of the Aurelians fills me with anger. I remember the torment my family was pushed into because of these alien’s harsh rule of law.
The harsh rule of law that allowed them to stop Scorp attacks from tearing apart our world. Is that the true price of freedom?
“Ah, here we are,” says Elanor. A huge spherical room opens in front of us. The rounded dome of the roof has a massive, oval skylight at the top. Rays of sun illuminate a pool in front of us.
“It’s so… Big.”
Elanor laughs. “Yes, because Aurelians need room not only for their massive… Bodies… But also their harems. Though, with bonded pairs, they have no need for such things. You’ll have to make three estates feel like home, rather than just one. Quite the challenge.”
I look longingly at the water in front of me.
“What are you waiting for? Jump in!”
