by Cain, Corin
“No fucking way,” I gasp out, incredulous. Leon cocks his head, not understanding.
“Your eyes are fucking diamonds,” I moan out. They sparkle and dance in the light of the bed, and his smile fills me with warmth. I didn’t know how badly I needed this – not after the rough mating of Raka and Raekon. Raka filled me with a primal need. Raekon fucked me as an expression of ownership…
…but Leon is making love to me.
“My eyes were worthless until they saw you,” Leon murmurs, and I can’t help but smile as his expression of joy mirrors mine. My eyes grow wide as, somehow, I can see in Leon’s aura the roots of green grass sprouting from cracks in the hard stone of his mind. It’s as if he’s becoming verdant, as new life grows within his soul.
I gaze upwards and I see so much hope in those sparkling eyes. I realize that it’s me that’s giving Leon this feeling. He’d thought he would be like almost all the other Aurelians, fighting and fucking until their last days, when they’d die alone and unremembered, without spreading their seed.
“You will be the mother of my children,” Leon promises, and it’s hotter even than when Raekon commanded me to cum. Leon transmits an image into my mind, and I see myself with my belly swollen and my tits hanging out from me, preparing to birth an Aurelian son for my triad.
I whimper and moan at the thought, and I can see all three of the Aurelian warriors standing protectively beside me in my mind’s eye.
Leon’s mouth runs down my neck, and he kisses and sucks at my nipples. His aura is pulsating with love and adoration, but his huge dick is naturally making me feel slutty and submissive to him.
“Take me! Take me,” I gasp, and Leon’s smile turns into a snarl of lust. He fucks me harder and harder, making my body bounce and jiggle. I can’t take it. The thought of being turned into his perfect breeding vessel makes me scream out in pleasure.
I cum hard, my pussy milking Leon – but his aura pulses in restraint. He holds back, not yet releasing his load, not until my own orgasm has finally subsided and I lay panting beneath him, still embedded by his massive dick.
“I need to see your ass,” Leon growls as I gasp and writhe in the afterglow of my orgasm. I try to get on all fours, but my legs shake and shudder, and I collapse in a heap on the bed.
Leon snarls as he mounts me from behind. His body presses against mine and his cock impales me from on top. Leon grinds me into the bed and each thrust of his body makes my clit press against the blankets. This is a new, insistent pleasure that I can’t handle. I can feel my ass pressing against his body with each thrust – and having Leon’s muscular hips press against me is a pleasure I never knew I needed so badly.
I press back, pushing my ass up for his pleasure, and suddenly Leon can’t handle it anymore. He cums hard – so deep and hot inside me, grunting and groaning as he seeds me. His aura flares in his mind and I smile so deeply as take him deeper and deeper inside of me.
He pulls out of me, and I feel a deep exhaustion in me. I’m spent – utterly and deeply.
Raekon kisses me on the cheek, and he and Raka leave the room – probably to pilot the ship. It suddenly occurs to me that we’ve been a sitting duck all this time – hanging in the dead of space for Gods knows how long. I have no concept of time. The mating could have taken minutes, hours, or days, and I’d have had no idea.
Leon stays with me, though. He pulls me against him, wrapping me up in his huge arms. He’s drenched in sweat, but so am I – and neither of us cares.
I feel so safe in his big biceps, but even greater than the physical sensation of his embrace is the knowledge of our shared Bond.
I can feel the three Aurelians inside of me. The intensity of their emotions are gently fading, but their presence is still there in my mind. I can still feel the triple expressions of joy and incredulity in their minds. None of them ever thought they’d find their fated mate – and yet here I am.
“The Bond will grow stronger with each mating, my sweet – until you bear our sons” whispers Leon in my ear. I shudder, not sure if I could handle the intensity of our connection if it grew any stronger.
“It makes… it makes pain feel good,” I gasp out.
Leon kisses the nape of my neck. The tiny, soft hairs of my neck are brushed by his nose as he tastes me. “Your needs will come up, my sweet. Anything you’ve ever craved… It will become more powerful. Just as Raka’s need to own you, and Raekon’s need to control you will grow.”
“And you?”
He laughs, a musical sound.
“I want to give you so much pleasure you forget your own name.”
I turn to face Leon, staring into his elegant, royal features. His high cheekbones give him the look of nobility, but he has none of the arrogance I’d seen in the nobles back on Tear. He holds me in his arms like I’m a delicate flower.
“You succeed,” I giggle, feeling so safe in his arms.
“Lezena. Lezena, Lezena,” Leon murmurs. “I could never forget the sound of your name. Lezena,” he says again, tasting it on his lips.
It’s never sounded so right before.
There’s a bark from outside. “Lezena, come!” It’s Raka’s voice. I blush. I need a shower, badly. I’m covered in sweat, and I’m filled with the seed of all three aliens. Leon helps pull me up, and I wrap a blanket around myself and stumble into the cockpit.
Jenna is on the hologram. She’s in a basement somewhere, all alone.
“Lezena! You’re okay!”
“Oh, my Gods! I was so worried about you!” I gasp, feeling guilty that I allowed myself the pleasure of mating with these three, dominant alient while I still didn’t know if she was safe – or even alive.
She smiles. “More than okay. I guess I won’t be needing this,” Jenna says, and I realize she’s holding a pistol in her hands.
“What was that for?”
She grins. “For killing Kendrick and rescuing you, of course. Though I see three rescuers already came… and maybe did a little more than just keep you safe.”
I realize Jenna is looking at my mussed hair, the sweat on my brow, and the blanket barely wrapped around my shoulders.
I turn a bright shade of red. “Where are you?” I ask, trying to change the subject.
She giggles. “Nowhere as fun as where you are. I’m still on Tear. I’m hiding out, ever since I heard the news of the wedding gone wrong. The city is crawling with Aurelian Law Enforcement. After the rogue Aurelians attacked a high-noble family, the Consortium realized that they’d bitten off more than they could chew and let the Aurelians back for a short-term mission. There’s a fucking Orb as reward for delivering…”
She suddenly pauses, as if anxious about what to say next.
“…for delivering your triad’s heads,” she says.
I remember how everyone calls Emperor Raegan a member of Queen Jasmine’s triad.
Is that what I am now? A member of a triad? Will my name be known like Jasmine’s? Or like Ella, and Korgath’s triad. Will I be as well-known as Inspector Sandra Bellinks and her Aurelians triad?
I realize that I’m about to become the most famous fugitive in the history of the Empire.
“I need to see you,” I say to Jenna. It’s not just that I need to know she’s safe. I was just mated and Bonded to three alien warriors. I’m in serious need of girl time.
A thread of concern flows through the Bond from Raka, and I know he’s going to speak before he even opens his mouth.
“It’s too dangerous,” he warns. “We should not have survived Territus, and that was merely against human warriors.” I can hear the edge of scorn in his voice. At first, I get offended – but then I remember how many shitty members of my species I’ve encountered recently, and I mirror his scorn.
Raka looks at me before he continues. His eyes are still that deep, reddish brown, and a tingle goes over me – I changed him, just like I changed his entire triad. “We can’t go in to rescue her, not if there’s Aurelian Law Enforcement present. Not
with our ship so damaged.”
Raka’s brow furrows. “We can send money for a transport…”
Jenna raises an eyebrow. “You might be used to being better than humans, but I can take care of myself, thank you very much. I’ve got enough money for a transport off Tear without having attention drawn to me because I expected a mysterious money transfer.”
Raekon laughs heartily. “She’s right. That one has some spice! If we send her money, the transaction will be scrutinized – and traced back to us.”
Jenna snorts. “Spice? If you only knew, handsome. So, where am I meeting you?”
I’ve got to ask her what she was doing before my father hired her to be my servant… Every time I quizzed Jenna on her past, she was always so vague, or changed the subject, or…
Raka takes a deep breath in and nods.
“Titus. We should rendezvous on Titus. It used to be cartel grounds, but now it’s the property of Korgath’s triad - mated and Bonded to the human, Ella. They’re the biggest purveyor of security in the deep spaces now that humans are declaring Independence. They might offer us… advice about the Bond, and perhaps a job. If there’s anywhere outside the reach of the Empire, it’ll be Titus.”
I shudder. I’ve heard all the tales of Korgath. He was once the most famous gangster, a Rogue Aurelian who grew a huge criminal empire. Later, he turned to the side of good, taking down an even crueler human trafficker. If anyone is strong enough to stand against the Aurelian Empire, it’ll be Korgath.
15
Lezena
It isn’t until we land safe and sound on Titus, and I’m in a luxury villa provided by Korgath’s triad, that I truly – finally – believe I’m safe.
The three Aurelians of my triad are meeting with him downtown right now, and it’s looking like they’ll be able to work with him, far out of the reach of the Aurelian Empire. His company provides security and safety for those who are out of the protective reach of the AE, and our skills might prove valuable to them.
Additionally, it isn’t until I’m safe that I start to feel sick.
The three Aurelians are in my mind. I can feel them inside my head. For the rest of my life, I’ll never be alone. They told me that it’s possible to mute the auras of other members of the triad, but deep down, you’ll always be aware of them.
I laze by a huge pool while servants bring me fresh-squeezed orange juice, mixed with a native fruit of Titus that I can never remember the name of. It’s got a tart, sweet taste that pairs well with the acid of the orange juice.
“So, this is it. My future,” I say idly to myself. Titus is a dark world filled with haze, but the members of my triad promised we’ll be off it soon. I don’t care, as long as I’m safe – but for now at least there isn’t the constant threat of danger lurking around the corner.
Yet, now I’m safe, other thoughts are finding their way into my mind.
Thoughts like:
Is this my whole life? To be a breeding chattel for Aurelians?
They saved me from a horrific fate, but does that mean I want to stay with them?
Is the Bond going to let me keep my own mind, or am I going to lose that, too?
The Bond terrifies me, but it also brings out new opportunities. I’d heard about it – everyone had. A hundred years ago, three different triads of Aurelians were Bonded to humans, but since then, it’s been silent.
Aurelian warriors still travel and search their entire long lives for their fated mate, for only a Bonded human woman can bear them biological sons. Otherwise, the only way for an Aurelian to reproduce is to wait until near-death and then seal himself in a cryo-chamber. His DNA will be replicated, killing the ancient Aurelian in the process but giving form to a newborn clone who will continue their species.
Yet the Aurelian Empire has been diminishing for generations, as their warriors die in combat long before they can be sealed in the cryo-chambers. It’s only in the last hundred years – when those three human women, Queen Jasmine, Ella, and Inspector Bellinks, started pumping out children – that the Empire of the Aurelians has slowly started rebuilding their numbers.
A century ago, Aurelians had hoped that there was a new age of Bonding – but soon that hope had faded as no more Bonded females were discovered.
Until now, nothing had changed. But then Raka, Raekon and Leon came into my life, and our Bond flourished.
That means there’s a huge responsibility on my shoulders now. While I’m Bonded to these rogue Aurelians, even though they’ve forsaken the Empire, their species is still counting on my cooperation.
The Bond will demand it.
I shudder, as I imagine the Aurelians seeding me again and again. Since the rescue, we haven’t had a chance to mate again – we instantly Orb-Shifted into Titus, and the Aurelians have been in constant meetings with Korgath ever since.
But thoughts of being impregnated have constantly pulsed inside my mind ever since; and I know it’s from the Bond. I hadn’t thought about bearing children yet. I feel like I’ve never had a chance to be myself. My life was controlled from a young age by my father. After that, I’d been thrust into the role of a political tool – placed under the cruel, sadistic hand of Kendrick. He would have exerted a tight control over my thoughts and body; but not in the same delicious way that the Aurelians promise to.
Yet no matter of delicious that control is, now that I am “free” from my past, I am still in the grasp of the Aurelians – their possession.
I know all about the Bond. I know that now, instead of living the seventy or eighty years a human normally gets, I’ll have thousands.
A broad smile comes to my lips, and I sip more juice. I never really thought about it until now, but I have so much time.
Whether I spend it with the Aurelians or not, there’s freedom to having thousands instead of hundreds of years. I’ll have so much time to find out who I really am, and what I really want.
And what I want right now?
To not be stuffed full of an Aurelian child. I shudder as I imagine that massive baby coming out of me. It’s hard enough to fit those Aurelians in me, but a baby coming out?
Oh - that’s the other thing. I shudder as I remember how the Bond changes you. I saw the footage of Queen Jasmine. Her breasts hung like massive weights from her, filled with enough milk for her huge, Aurelian babies. Her stomach expanded to ludicrous proportions.
She was transformed into a breeding vessel for the Aurelian race, and instead of being loved for it, half the Aurelians seem to hate her name.
I’ll have to ask Leon about that. He seems to know the most about their politics. Some Aurelians think that Jasmine is merely pretending to be a submissive ditz – while in truth she is the true power behind the throne.
Now I’ve heard how many worlds are declaring independence under her laws, and how many women in Aurelian harems are taking advantage of the free education bill, I’m starting to agree with those thoughts.
I run my hand up my leg. Part of me aches for the touch of the Aurelians again. Okay, more than just part of me - I crave it, deep down, and I know it’s not just the Bond.
Those three warriors are as possessive as anything, but I know they want to protect me and keep me safe against all the dangers in the world. If it wasn’t for them…
I cringe, imagining what would be happening to me right now. I’d be wedded to Kendrick, and I don’t even want to imagine what sick perversions he’d be capable of in the bedroom.
He’s far away now. You don’t have to ever think about him again.
What I do have to think about is the three Aurelians. A surge of lust comes through the Bond from Raka - and even though he’s miles away, in Korgath’s office, I know he’s thinking about me too.
They’ve been in the meeting for hours, and while they’re all hoping to find employment with Korgath, there’s still the sticky issue of being on the Most Wanted list for killing nine Aurelian Law Enforcement agents, being on the Execute on Sight list for participating in
the slave trade, the Kill List for deserting the Aurelian Empire before completing their hundred years of service…
…and, of course, the Consortium still wants their heads on a pike for humiliating them and bringing the Aurelians back to Tear.
I tap the lounge chair nervously. I just have to believe that my Aurelian triad will be willing and capable of listening to my wishes and desires.
I know the mating frenzies that build up inside them. The Bond will make them even more eager, even more powerless to resist their urges to claim me and fill me with their alien seed.
In turn, my urges to be bred will surge up inside me – but I have so little natural desire for that fate – at this point in my life at least - that my urges will be much less than those of the Aurelians.
They’ve spent centuries looking for their fated mate – to bear their sons.
I’ve barely had a moment to find myself.
I have to believe that the Aurelians won’t take me against my will. I have to believe that the three Aurelians are better than that; no matter how strong their urge to breed me.
If I’m going to spend the next thousands of years with them – I need it to be true.
16
Raekon
Korgath sits across the table from us. The rest of his triad, and his mate, are absent. “Then it’s done,” he says, extending his hand. We shake it in turn, Raka first, then me, and finally Leon.
We’ve settled it. We’ll be stationed on the outskirt sectors of an Orb-Mining facility, protecting them from the constant onslaught of Scorp. It’ll only be until the heat dies down. Korgath’s mate, Ella, has a direct connection to Queen Jasmine – and he’s assured us that he’s going to get us back into the Empire’s good graces eventually. Failing that, we’ll have an unofficial wide berth and be removed from the Kill List.
Until then, through, we’ll be back in the blood of battle – ironically enough, serving out the next few years as we would have done if we’d remained with the Aurelian Empire instead of going rogue and leaving to save the citizens of Tear.
