by Cain, Corin
My hand twitches near my Orb-Flail, and I ache to be killing the Scorp bastards that continue to plague our universe. We’ll have a fully-loaded transport ship with everything Lezena needs to have a good, safe life - and no one will know we’re out there.
That far out in the periphery, the news of a few rogue Aurelians won’t even be a blip on the radar. As long as we keep Lezena hidden, no one will suspect us – and no one will come for us until we’ve sorted out the mess of this entire Most Wanted list debacle.
I urge to return to battle – but my need to kill is nothing like my need to mate.
My balls feel like they’re full of boiling magma. I seeded my mate yesterday, and the feeling of sating myself inside of Lezena was pure heaven. There’s nothing that can compare to the bliss of releasing your seed deep inside your mate.
We leave the meeting, and through the power of the Bond I realize that the three of us all share the same anxious urge to claim Lezena again. Our manor in Titus, provided by Korgath, has an enormous feather bed – and a pleasure room. I ache to test out both with her. The trillionaire former cartel boss has spared no expense to accommodate another Bonded triad.
The Bond.
We climb into our Reaver, and I flex my muscles, exulting in my new strength. I’d heard that the Bond produced physical benefits, but I’d always imagined the rumors were exaggerated. Now I know they are all true. I’m stronger, faster and more focused. I feel like I could rip a hole right through the metal of the Reaver.
Raka pilots the craft expertly. I’m surprised he’s still able to function. I’m surprised any of us can. The urge is growing and growing inside of us, and my cock surges to attention just at the thought of seeding Lezena again.
My dick is rock-hard in my tactical pants – and I know it will not be sated until it’s deep inside of Lezena’s perfect cunt again.
I imagine it. There’ll be room for all three of us on the huge bed… and we’ll not wait to take turns this time. Lezena will experience the full, desperate submission of being filled by each of us all at the same time. My triad will be as one, taking her hard in the same rhythm, our hearts pounding with the same beat.
A surge of anxiety suddenly jolts through the Bond from Lezena, as if our approach causes her worry. The idea fills me with rage.
Worry? She has no need to fear, now that she has us. We will never let her be in danger – not ever again!
I snarl. Imagining someone trying to hurt Lezena makes my rage flare, and I can’t stop myself from baring my teeth. I would rip out the jugular of anyone so foolish with my own teeth, if they dared to try and get to her.
Raka looks over at me. “Eyes forward,” he chides, though inwardly I know he’s broiling with the same anger. I scan the city we fly over. Titus is friendly territory, but I have to keep watch just in case. You never know when someone might try to claim the bounty on our heads.
My Orb-Beam tracks transport ships that whizz past, and shuttles that dip and dart through the city streets, ever-ready to take them out if they reveal themselves to be hostile.
It’s hard to concentrate. All I want to do is empty my balls into Lezena’s sweet little cunt while she moans and writhes beneath me, cumming so hard she loses her mind.
I’d always looked at humans with scorn and pity - but now I can feel her essence inside my mind, and I know the truth. She has suffered long, and now she finally has the chance to be safe and secure, in a world of her own choosing.
We touch down on the landing pad of the manor. I smile with pride, imagining the army of children than my mate will produce for us.
As we rebuild our Empire, the Aurelians will forgive us not just for the things we’d had to do to survive, and protect Lezena, but they’ll honor us for our part in furthering our species.
Even deeper, I feel the courage and pride that our triad will inspire – instrumental in ensuring that the Aurelian Empire survives and thrives in this universe. Our dying species will have renewed hope. It won’t just be three mating triads that replenish our species, but now four.
And our sons will be strong. Everyone knows that Aurelians born of a mated pair are superior stock to our cloned brethren
My triad and I step out of the Reaver and all of us move to the pool. I can feel Lezena, but as we get closer and my lust flares harder, her anxiety grows. Frustration and anger pulse inside of me.
What caused her distress? What’s eating her up inside?
I’m lost when I see her. A blue swimsuit can’t contain her gorgeous, fertile curves of Lezena’s body. Her breasts press against the material. I shudder as I imagine them swollen and full of milk. Her soft stomach will protect and house my sons, and her wide hips will birth them easily. She is the picture of fertility. The Bond flares in my mind, and it’s all I can do not to rip the fabric from Lezena and claim her there and then.
“Leave us!” I bellow, and human servants scatter like birds chased by a dog. Lezena stands, and I see the hint of trepidation in her eyes.
I smile at her, exulting in the feelings of lust building up in me, knowing that they will soon be sated. “My mate, I need you,” I growl, leaning forward. I pull Lezena towards me, but there’s hesitancy in her movement.
My cock surges as I smell her scent, and I can feel it pressing against her body. She smells so fucking right…
…yet she turns her head when I try to kiss her.
My lips pull back. “What is it? I felt the anxiety through the Bond. Who angered you? I’ll have their fucking head!” I’m ready to crush the source of her ire.
Lezena steps back. Leon and Raka turn to me, and we share a glance of concern.
I’ve heard the tales of the mated triads of yesteryear. Each of them almost lost their mates. I had felt such a strong connection to Lezena that I thought it impossible, but naked fear builds up in me as I imagine losing her the same way.
Lezena’s eyes grow wide, and she bites her lip, stepping back from me. “Raekon…”
My instincts tell me to press forward. The Bond surges, and I imagine grabbing her, pressing her against the wall, and turning her hesitancy into pure pleasure as Lezena succumbs to her lust.
My cock twitches and throbs with need. I ache to press myself deep into her wet, fertile cunt, and it’s all I can do not to take her here and now.
But I force myself not to step forward. My arms shake as I hold myself back.
I try to form words. I need her to know that I would never hurt her – that I’d never take her without her moans and pleas of consent – no matter how badly the Bond flares up inside of me, or how badly my mating instincts are to force her down and fuck her hard.
“Yes, my sweet?” I ask, but the words sound contorted coming from my mouth. They’re half a growl, and barely the words of a rational man.
“Raka… Raekon… Leon… We need to talk.”
We need to talk? No! We need to fuck! We need to melt your mind and turn you into a submissive pool of… Gods be damned! Get a hold of yourself, Raekon!
Leon steps forward. Lezena moves towards him, and I feel a surge of jealousy. I’ve never been jealous of my triad before. We’ve shared everything, and we’ve spent so much time in battle together – saved each other’s lives so many times before – that I would never keep anything from him.
And yet, jealousy flares as she looks at him – with a trust that she does not share with me. When she looks at me, it’s almost with a hint of fear.
Leon touches her hair, and my shoulders rise. I force down the feelings. Leon looks at us, then back at her. “Tell us. Whatever you are feeling, tell us.”
Lezena nods. “I’m… I’m only twenty. I’ve spent my whole life doing what my father said – and then the rest of my life was going to be spent under Kendrick’s rule. I… I thought about killing myself to get free. I can’t be doing what everyone else wants – I’ve never truly been free.”
Grief hits me like a crashing wave, and I nearly fall to my knees. Imagining her hurting herself is
the worst horror I could envision.
Imagining how close I was to losing Lezena at her own hand sends waves of agony through me, and it mirrors the shared feelings of sadness and incomprehension that are reflected from the auras of Raka and Leon. We share a glance, and with a silent promise we all agree to make sure she never feels trapped again.
Lezena sighs deeply. She looks at us, and nods, growing in her confidence when she sees we don’t instantly try to shout out over her.
“I… I don’t want to just be some breeding slave. I need to find out who I am first. I can’t do that if… If I’m just an animal.” Sadness fills her aura.
Shock fills me. It’s incomprehensible. Lezena has the chance – the honor, and the rare ability – to naturally sire Aurelian children. Our entire culture searches for our entire natural lives for the mere shadow of this chance.
To have it, and not want it…
But she is not an Aurelian. She can have any man’s children – and although the thought fills me with anger, she could bear the sons… and daughters… of any mate. She doesn’t need us.
But our species needs her.
Leon coughs. He looks at her, and shakes his head. “I have studied the Bond extensively – far more than my battle-brothers. The Bond cannot make you do anything you don’t want to do, deep down. If you don’t want children… You won’t be able to have them. But if some little part of you ever wants them…”
Lezena nods. “Some part of me does, Leon – but I need all of me to want it.”
Some part of her wants children. Thank the Gods. She will bear my sons! She will!
I shudder as the Bond pulses into me. I ache to grab her, lifting her to the bed and fucking her hard. To feel the aching release of emptying my balls inside her. The thoughts cloud my mind, and it’s so difficult to think rationally.
Raka reaches out, grabbing my shoulder and squeezing. “Discipline, solider,” he commands, and I’m reminded of my first battle with the Scorp. Our unit was facing seemingly endless hordes, and we were taking heavy casualties. I felt the fear growing in me – when during a lull in the battle – Raka made the same movement, and gave my shoulder the same reassuring squeeze. He said the same two words:
Discipline.
I am not an animal. I am not a weak-willed human.
I force myself to step back from Lezena, though the distance pains me.
“I need all of us to take it slow, at least at first, while I process all of this,” Lezena says, and I bite down on my tongue hard, trying to use the pain to keep me from being overwhelmed by the ever-present lust.
Through the Bond, I can feel that her anxiety is lowering, and something else is replacing it. I can feel from her aura that she’s affected by the desire of mate, just like we are.
Her nipples harden involuntarily against the thin material of her swimsuit, and my cock throbs with utter need as I imagine thumbing them – feeling the hard, sensitive nubs beneath my fingers, and earning the reward of her gasps and moans as I tantalize her…
No! Focus, dammit!
I force myself to step back once more. Lezena looks at me, licking her lips, and I know she’s thinking deeply.
“Raekon,” she murmurs. “You’re the one who makes me the most worried. I… I need to know you aren’t going to… You are never going to…”
I know the word she can’t bring herself to say.
She needs to know that I’m never going to take her against her will.
Self-loathing fills me. I’ve a hatred for myself, and a fear that during the most intense mating urges, I might not be able to stop myself.
But I make the promise to myself. If I ever lose control – I’ll kill myself before I can ever take her against her will. I will never let anything hurt her, especially not me.
“Never,” I gasp out, my voice harsh. She nods, but I can tell she still isn’t convinced.
“Come closer,” Lezena says, softly, and my body responds instinctively. I walk towards her like I’m in a trance. She looks up at me, her lips pursed and plump, and I want to kiss them so badly it’s like torture.
“Only… Only do what I say. I need to know you can take it slow,” she murmurs.
“Take it slow,” I answer, nodding, even though my body is craving the opposite. I want to rip her bathing suit from her and lift her up, groping her body and devouring her nipples in my eagerly sucking mouth until she begs me to take her hard and fast.
Lezena looks up at me, so small and helpless, but it is I who feels like I’m totally out of control. “Kiss me,” she says, and instead of sucking at her nipples or lifting her up in the air – tasting her sweet nectar – I lean forward and kiss her hungrily.
My hands wrap around her waist and my cock surges, but I stop myself from groping her ass. It takes every ounce of my strength and discipline not to.
Discipline, solider.
I kiss her deeply, and the touch of Lezena’s lips against mine is perfection. She wants this. The apprehension is still slight in her aura, but deeper than that is a deep happiness and joy. When our lips meet, it feels so right that even she cannot deny it. Lezena knows that she needs this, just as I know that I need her desperately for the rest of my life.
She is my mate. The mate I never thought I would find. The one that I never believed I would be so lucky to taste.
I’m kissing my mate, and although the Bond flares up and tells me to fuck her roughly into submission – despite all of my instincts telling me to own and punish her – I push those thoughts down, and enjoy the simplicity of the kiss.
This is what she wants, and it’s perfection. Her tongue gently explores my mouth, swirling up against mine, and I growl with need from her touch.
I break off the kiss, gasping hungrily. I know she wants things to stay slow, but I can feel her body reacting. I don’t need the Bond to see her nipples harden desperately. I don’t need the Bond to taste the scent of her arousal, and I feel the ache to slather at her sweet cunt with my tongue. She bites her lip. I know Lezena is trying to deny her own desire, but she’s as powerless to resist as I am.
I reach forward, and my arms shake as I force myself to stop from touching her nipples. Lezena looks at me, and she nods…
…and then I rip her top from her, exposing her large, fertile orbs.
Aurelians are all born male, and the sight of her generous breasts springing out and dropping down as they’re released from their fabric prison is the most erotic sight I’ve ever witnessed.
“Follow me,” she gasps, before I can even touch her. The three of us follow Lezena into the master bedroom. The massive bed beckons us, and she hops onto it. Her entire body jiggles with the movement. Her body is so unlike my own – lean, and hard, and firm. Her soft curves are perfection. Every mating instinct in my body is telling me to mount her and slam my cock deep inside of her – but I fight it back.
Leon and Raka are staring at her with the same lust. All of us want to be deep inside of her, but that thread of anxiety from her aura holds us back. I growl and step forward, about to throw my weight on top of her and pin her down against the bed – fucking her hard.
But I fight back the mating urge.
Everything is in the balance. If I succumb to my dark desires to dominate and own her without her permission, we’ll lose Lezena forever – either from her leaving us or, Gods forbid, she’d even take her own life to regain the last piece of freedom that she can.
The thought of her hurting herself stops me in my tracks. I have to fight this urge. I have to be strong.
Discipline, solider.
17
Lezena
I’ve got three huge, hunky warriors fighting to stop themselves from fucking me hard.
I can feel in their auras how close they are to losing control - especially Raekon. His lust is all-consuming through the Bond, and I don’t know how he’s stopped himself from ripping my bikini bottom off and shoving that huge thing deep inside me.
Part of me - okay, most
of me - aches for exactly that.
But I have to know.
I have to know that they won’t lose control – that they won’t do anything I don’t want them to. I have to know that deep down, this triad aren’t like Kendrick, or men like him – who’d take things without permission.
There’s a difference between taking something without asking, and taking something against my will. The first turns me on so deeply I can’t understand it. The thought of being their property, of knowing that every time their urges soar, they’ll let them loose inside of me…
That is deeply erotic in a way that feels so fucking right.
But before I can let myself feel that surrender, I need to know that they won’t do anything I don’t ask for.
I ache for Raekon’s cock inside me, and I ache for him to pull out at the last moment and cover me with his cum. I’m not ready to be bred, but I am ready for every other dark pleasure that these alien warriors offer me.
My nipples are so fucking hard – and they need a tongue on them. I shudder as I realize I can have not one, but two mouths lapping at them.
The three Aurelians look at me with desperation. They want me to tell them what I want.
I want you to fuck me hard and make me your toy. I want you to take utter control of me.
It’s my thoughts – not the Bond… But I can’t let myself succumb, not yet.
I bite my lip. Then I gently point my finger at Leon and Raka, and curl my eager digit. They approach me while Raekon looks on, tortured at being left behind.
“I need your mouths on… Oh!”
I gasp out, as Leon and Raka kiss my hard, desperate buds then start sucking.
Intense, teasing pleasure jolts through me. I’ve never felt anything like this. I know that all three men want to slam their huge dicks inside of me – but somehow, they hold back, doing just as I tell them to.
This is the greatest test they’ve ever known. I can feel their frustrated, increasing lust burning and growing in their auras…
