by Corin Cain
But before his punishment comes his cruelty. Karan’s thumb circles faster and faster, and I’m oversensitive – trying desperately to wriggle and move, but unable to do anything: He’s just too fucking strong.
Karan laughs, leaving his fingers buried inside my ass for a moment. Then, finally, he pulls them out. I instantly feel empty. I want his cock deep in my ass, instead. I want him to ravage me and use me for his pleasure. My mind melts under Karan’s touch as he brings the whip up in the air.
I gasp in confusion at the strange thought that comes to my mind:
I want this pain. Karan enjoys dominating me, And any pain is worth his pleasure.
Karan smiles, reading my mind. “Good girl. Yes, I enjoy hurting you. You’ll feel my cock throb with every thrust and know you’re pleasing me.”
He brings the whip down hard on my ass, and I scream out in pain. His sadistic cock surges beneath me, prodding my belly, and then Karan whips me again – my ass turning red.
I wriggle, and writh, and try to escape – but I can’t. Once more Karan’s whip comes down against my bare ass, and then he pushes me off his lap and onto the floor.
I gasp and shiver, clambering to my knees…
…which is exactly the position he wanted me in.
Karan mounts me from behind, pressing his massive body against me and nearly crushing me with his immense, muscular weight. He holds me still and wedges his hard cock between the cheeks of my ass. Raegan’s eager tongue and Karan’s slick fingers have lubricated me – and Karan easily forces his slick cock deep inside my ass.
It’s so big, it almost hurts – but the deep pleasure is so intense that it washes over everything else.
I kneel submissively, and Karan’s mind merges with mine. I can feel the pleasure he gets from fucking my tight ass – from forcing every inch of his massive dick inside me. I collapse completely, face on the ground and ass in the air, as he owns me completely.
He fucks me harder and harder, until finally – the moment before he cums – Karan pulls out and forces his cock into my sopping wetness instead. His musk overwhelms my nose as my face is forced into the ground. He whispers in my ear as he pounds my pussy, harder and harder.
“You’re mine, you little slut. I’m going to fill you with my seed and make you bear my heirs.”
I cum so hard at the thought of him making me his property – of him completely and utterly owning me. I’m rewarded by his cock surging inside of me, depositing every drop of his seed deep inside my fertile pussy.
“Oh, Karan,” I moan out, unable to do anything but murmur in utter satisfaction, melting as he cruelly and brutally makes me his property.
17
Karan
The sand of the training arena stretches around me. It reminds me of the gladiator arena on Bugra, and I can vividly remember the fear and anger I felt as I fought first a Scorp barehanded, and then battled and defeated the Scorp-Queen alongside my blood-brothers.
Ten Aurelian youth stand around me. They’re each only six-foot-tall, still developing – barely a century old. They’re babies, and as I stand before them, wearing my tunic over my wounds, they look up at me with wonder – as if I’m a god.
I feel like a god after what I did to Jasmine, just yesterday. I’ve always enjoyed the thought of dominating a willing human woman, but our bond with her has made everything more intense. When I could feel that she ached to be punished, if only for my pleasure in inflicting such cruelty, it drove me wild with desire.
I force the thoughts of my mate out of my mind, but that’s growing harder to do each time we fuck. More and more she fills my mind, and I’m obsessed with the thought of seeding Jasmine again. It’s a biological need that is turning me into a primal beast. Food is losing its taste. The very act of breathing seems like a tedious necessity. All I really want to do is lap at her pussy, make her scream out my name. Roses and exotic flowers no longer smell sweet. All I crave is the scent of Jasmine’s arousal.
I shudder deeply, and look out at the young men relying on me.
“You’ve learned to battle with Orb-Blades since you could barely walk,” I announce to my students. “I have since learned the hard way that it is not enough. Through treachery and subterfuge, I was enslaved and forced into the arena. My triad and I faced a Scorp with nothing but our bare hands.”
Barely-contained fear mixes with the wonder in the eyes of my apprentices. An Aurelian in full armor, wielding an Orb-Blade, is still hard-pressed to defeat a Scorp. Without those tools? Surely, it’s impossible.
Baldur, Raegan and I had proven that it wasn’t.
“It took my wits and agility to avoid the stinger,” I lecture my students. “One strike with that means a painful death.”
A painful death for everyone except General Asmod. Rumors even abound that he gained superhuman strength and agility once he’d recovered from the venom.
I flex my arms. Every time I fuck Jasmine, I grow more powerful. It’s like I’m finally alive. General Asmod may believe our bond with her makes our minds weaker, but I know that the opposite it true. Soon, in fact, I’ll possess the strength to even have a fair chance of defeating that legend of a killer in single combat, should he ever call me out in public and impugn my honor.
I grin at the teenagers, and they take a step back, worry in their eyes. For the deadliest warriors, a smile is more threatening than a growl.
“You’ve fought many mock battles before. Nothing wrong with a few bruises and broken bones that the healers can fix up, right? Pain can be a great educator.”
I’m reminded of Raegan. The doctor said if he postponed treatment for even a few hours longer, he might have lost the leg. I can’t blame him for needing to fuck Jasmine before he went to get it checked out – pain is nothing compared to the lust you feel for your bonded mate – but it’s a reminder of the treacherous existence of an Aurelian warrior.
I look at the students assembled around me, and I’m filled with arrogance.
“There’s ten of you, and one of me. Let’s see if you can take me down.”
The tallest of the teens looks at me boldly.
“Surely, you jest,” his voice is respectful, but questioning. “It wouldn’t be a fair fight! It would be dishonorable for us to all gang up on you!”
I laugh.
“You’re right. It would be dishonorable – but you can tell that to the Scorp that’s dragging your still-breathing body back to it’s Queen so she can lay its eggs in you while you’re still alive.”
The youth blinks at my words, and I rush forward, giving him a massive kick.
He flies back, and as he lands in the dirt, the other nine, wide-eyed youth realize that unless they all act quickly, they’re about to get as beaten and bruised as their loud-mouthed comrade.
We battle – the ten of them against the one of me. I laugh at the joy of battle, and the majesty of combat. My body moves like music, each blow I inflict like a drumbeat on the heads, or chests, or muscles of my students.
Time moves differently during a fight, and I need my students to understand that. It can all be over in a heartbeat when you’re up against a Scorp. One false move – one flick of a Scorp’s venom-laded tail – and that deadly barb will stab through a chink in your armor.
You have to think fast, act quickly, and train your muscles and instincts to act even before your brain does.
I’m still laughing even as I realize I’ve underestimated my students. I’m proud that, within minutes, the teenage Aurelians have banded together and dogpiled me, crushing me to the ground.
I extricate myself from beneath their fists and knees, laughing as I end the training exercise. I savor each bruise and cut on my body. My muscles twitch, aching to be back in combat. I understand now why some Aurelians go back to another tour against the Scorps, even when they have the opportunity to rest on their home world – served by an eager harem, and enjoying all the rewards their century of service has earned them.
“You did well. Y
ou fought with honor,” I tell the groaning group of Aurelian students, who are trying to hide the bruises, cuts and humiliations I dealt them. They might have eventually overpowered me, but there’s blood on my knuckles from the fight. None of them escaped unscathed. The ten of them swell with pride at my words. The approval of a high-ranking Aurelian is worth far more than the pain blows I managed to rain down against my multitude of attackers.
Not that I should take any pride in that. These students were untrained – used to honorable battles, with Orb-Blades and opponents who fought fairly. Not the life or death struggles of a battle gone wrong.
But maybe that’s a lesson we should be teaching them. Maybe that’s what will help more of them survive.
But even with my skills and experience, and all that I can teach these eager students, I know the bitter truth: Not all of them will come back from war.
The Aurelian system is one that weeds out weakness, one way or another.
18
Jasmine
I lay on comfortable cushions, a bowl of plump grapes in front of me. I pick one up, studying the deep, purple orb before I plop it in my mouth. The fruit explodes into juice and flavor, and my eyes roll backward in ecstasy.
“I spent years on Bugra on dry-rations, never tasting fruit. And now? I have everything.”
Elanor smiles, then grabs three grapes, popping them one by one in her mouth. “Enjoy all of it.”
I have enjoyed all of it – and I’m not talking about the fruit. I can still feel the three Aurelians inside me. That’s what I’ve really enjoyed.
Right now, they’re out training and teaching – spreading their knowledge to the Aurelian youth poised to begin their own century of service.
I turn to Elanor and give her a more serious look. “This is nothing like what I expected.”
She shrugs. “What did you expect? You’re the sole outlet of desire for three formidable warriors. I’ve sent for an array of oils and products that will make the experiences easier, but their size alone…”
I blush. Elanor has a way of cutting right through to business. I’d started this conversation about fruit; but she knows what’s really concerning me.
“It’s not just the size!” I tell her. “And… I guess you don’t know this, but it seems their… Their cocks secrete their own oils!”
Elanor raises her eyebrows, and reaches for a strawberry. “Is that so?”
I nod.
“It’s not the sex itself I need your council for. It’s them. I know the bond is making them more cruel, more dominant. But it’s making me more… Submissive, as well. But I want to be more than that. I want to be more than just a fucktoy for them to use and breed at their pleasure.”
Elanor laughs, and it’s musical and happy. “I don’t know. That sounds good to me. Shall we trade places?”
I throw a pillow at her, and she dodges easily. “Elanor, I’m serious.”
I shake my head.
“It’s intoxicating, letting them do whatever they want to me – but I want… I want to do things to them they’ve never even dreamed of.”
Elanor considers my words.
“I know just the thing,” she finally confesses. “You say that the bond makes them more dominant? More demanding?”
I nod. “Yes. They’ve told me that in the throes of passion. They lose control.”
A sly grin comes to her face. Elanor toys with her hair. “I know what we can do… But it’s naughty.”
I bite my lip. “Tell me.”
“I’ve explored this palace more than you. Come with me.”
Elanor rises, and she leads the way from our chambers. We’re both wearing thin, comfortable dresses and the palace somehow changes the temperature as we walk, adjusting itself to our preferences even as we stride down long, empty hallways.
As we walk through the palace, a sense of shame hits me. I gaze at the towering, white walls. I still haven’t decorated for the Aurelians. This place still doesn’t feel like ours.
We reach the end of a hallway, and Elanor opens a huge set of doors. We enter a room that looks similar to the cockpit of a ship. There are dials and controls lined up across the wall.
“This is the main hub for the palace. This is how the temperature adjusts automatically, how the waves of the pools are controlled, and how the anti-gravity room is…” She blushes, ”Ah, you haven’t explored the anti-gravity room yet. But, even better, there are the controls here to the pleasure room.”
The pleasure room?
“But isn’t that room linked to the owners? Baldur, Raegan and Karan?”
Elanor grins. “Give me your hand.”
I extend my hand, and she takes it in her firm grip. She presses my fingers against a pad. The screens flicker and change around us.
“Now, Jasmine, you have control of the pleasure room… At least, until they find out and change it back.”
I bite my lip nervously. “I don’t think they’ll like that.”
Elanor smiles. “Oh, they’ll like it alright. Now here’s what you do…”
Elanor lays out a plan in explicit, filthy detail – and when she’s done, I’m so uncomfortably horny that I’m aching for my three lovers to return so I can enact it.
19
Baldur
“Enjoyed your day beating up kids?”
I aim the barb at Karan as he staggers in from the training arena. He’s bruised and battered, wearing a light toga stained with the blood from his fresh wounds.
We have the right to wear our Orb-armor wherever we go, now that we’ve attained the status of Elites in the Aurelian Hierarchy, but we all agreed to save that honor for battle and ceremony. That’s why Karan wears the standard clothing of an Aurelian male when he trains his students. There’s no need to flaunt our newfound status, no matter what prestige it may bring us.
Raegan joins me in my light-hearted mockery.
“Beating up kids? It looks more like they beat him up!” He raises his brows, surveying Karan’s bruises.
Karan takes our jibes good-naturedly, laughing: “I’m not ashamed. I was teaching our students about life or death combat, while you two were droning on about statecraft.”
I nod, but warn: “Statecraft is about life or death as well, my friend. Scorps might be our mortal enemy, but it’s the Toads and their societies that offer the most treachery. Perhaps our lecture today will help some poor Aurelian soldier shipping off for his first battle avoid a scam.”
Raegan becomes serious. “Statecraft is life or death. Have you heard of what General Asmod is doing? He’s riling up the old factions with the ancient ideals of the earlier Aurelian Empire. He’s making the claim that without slaves, we’ve become weak.”
Karan shrugs. “Asmod won’t find common support from the populace. He’d never get enough votes from the Elites to call an election, even if that was his goal. General Asmod might have a brilliant tactical mind, but he’s no Emperor.”
I sigh. It’s an excessive display of emotion, but in private with my triad, I let myself feel and emote. Still, some things are better never to be said aloud.
“Asmod has begun painting us as enemies. He’s spreading rumors that we only gained our Elite status because of our bond with Jasmine – that the Emperor has become weak and foolish in his old age by granting us this honor. We’d be best to watch that one.”
Raegan and Karan nod, taking my telepathic seriously.
Together, we leave the building that houses the training arena, walking back through the old, familiar streets of Colossus. I remember growing up here – spending countless hours in the streets, listening to old Aurelians droning on when I wished I could be outside the limits of the city, climbing trees and swimming in the lakes nearby.
Now I’m the one droning on. How it all comes in a circle.
Our bond is still in its infancy, but even now I can feel Jasmine in the back of my mind. My cock stirs as I detect a new emotion building in her mind – one strong enough for me to feel even
miles away from her.
She’s turned on.
I stop in my tracks, staring at Raegan and Karan. They both feel her in their minds as well.
We pick up the pace, moving as quickly as socially acceptable when not playing sports or warring. We rush down the streets, back towards the opulent neighborhood of the Elites.
We approach our palace, and I already smile in anticipation. The long day away from Jasmine was torture. Being apart from her for even a moment makes me ache to bed her again, and knowing how turned on she is right now inflames my passions even deeper.
We enter the main room of our palace and stop dead in our tracks.
Jasmine sits in the middle of the room, utterly naked. She’s lounging in a chaise, one hand straying down her body. Her nipples are hard as rocks. My enhanced sense of smell lets me taste the scent of her arousal even from across the room, and my cock throbs painfully, surging to its full length beneath my toga.
Jasmine stands as we enter, giving us a smoldering look. “I couldn’t wait another second without you,” she purrs, her voice inflamed with pure heat.
“You’ve waited long enough. Now you’re mine,” growls Raegan, walking forward.
“Not here… In the pleasure room. And I don’t want you to hold back.”
Images flash through my mind. Whipping her. Spanking her. Lifting Jasmine up and licking her cunt until she screams out my name. Fucking her faster and faster, watching her eyes turn blank as the pleasure overpowers her and she lets go, surrendering to my dominance.
Jasmine disappears around the corner, and the three of us grin.
“She said not to hold back. You two can watch as I give her exactly what she needs,” boasts Karan.
Raegan smiles like a wolf. “I’m going to turn her ass red.”
I don’t say anything. I just start walking towards the pleasure room, my mind filled with all the dirty things I’m about to do to our willing slut.
