by Corin Cain
Protectiveness.
Daccia releases his grip from my hips. His huge hands gently begin to move all over my body. His thrusts slow as he enjoys the sensation of filling me with each long, unstoppable thrust. I whimper and moan as his huge fingers explore and tease my flesh, sending tingles throughout my body. Daccia is so large, and his muscled arms so long, that he can easily reach around my whole body with one hand and caress my hard, desperate nipples. It sends new waves of tingling pleasure through me.
Compared to his rough mating, Daccia’s touch is so gentle. It shocks me. He’s so possessive, it makes my surrender even more complete. This isn’t the ownership of a beast claiming its mate. This is more like the ownership of a husband claiming his wife.
As we fuck, Daccia’s right hand travels up my back. I can feel every brush of his fingertips more intensely than ever before. I realize it must be the Bond at work. Suddenly every sensation is more… potent.
Every color in the room, every sound that fills my ears – even the musk of Daccia’s scent as he takes me is crystal clear now. It’s like all these sensations have been enhanced.
I realize now they have. It’s part of the Bond. It’s altered my senses – and now, for the rest of my life, everything I feel and experience will be distilled and enhanced.
Daccia’s hand grazes the back of my neck. I’ve never felt so small and helpless before. He could wrap his whole hand around my throat and choke me if he wanted. Instead, Daccia just continues to thrust himself so fucking deep inside of me. The pleasure that storms through my body makes me feel weak – deliciously powerless as utter bliss dominates my mind.
Waves of pure bliss are building and building inside of me with each of Daccia’s powerful thrusts. He's drawn out something deep within me – something that needed to come to the surface. He’s awoken something so irrevocably me that it threatens to overwhelm my sense of identity.
Gods! How I’ve ached to be taken by a man like Daccia; but never even realized it.
I ache to be his.
My head starts to droop with the pleasure as I surrender to the overwhelming pleasure...
…but Daccia won’t allow it.
His right hand suddenly grabs my hair, yanking my head up so I’m forced to lock eyes with him in the mirror. My gaze drinks up his muscled body, with every vein pulsing with Daccia’s life blood as his heart pounds with the exertion of taking me – harder and harder.
"You're going to cum for me," Daccia growls – and his voice isn’t just a promise. It's an order.
My eyes are wet. Pain surges as the brutal Aurelian grips my hair. Yet, the Bond is somehow turning all that pain into greater and greater pleasure.
Gods! I'm so fucking close – but I just can't seem to get across that final barrier and cum.
It's the most frustrating experience I've ever experienced. In the corner of my eye, I can see the other two huge aliens standing ready to claim me – their cocks rock hard and dripping pearly pre-cum. Yet I don’t look at them. I can't break my eyes from Daccia's cold, diamonds gaze – a gaze that pierces through my soul, just as I can now see every thought in his mind.
The moans coming from my mouth grow more and more desperate. I need this release.
Daccia feels my need too. His strokes grow harder and faster, and his aura starts to change.
I realize the only thing holding back the beast inside of him were those slow, loving thrusts as he caressed my body. If he speeds up any more, he’s going to lose all semblance of control – and then claim me so selfishly I might not be able to walk for days.
Yet, my body desperately tries to accommodate his too-big girth as he fucks me faster and faster.
The pleasure is building and building inside of me. I gasp and whimper. It’s more intense than any orgasm I’ve ever experienced before – and yet it’s a torment. The pleasure is frustrating. It’s pleasure without relief.
I want to cum so badly – to the point that I can think of nothing else. Now, my greatest fear is that Daccia is going to stop fucking me before I get that release. I gasp in pure frustration as my body begs for what it can’t find.
“I… I can’t,” I manage, my words garbled between my moans.
A thread of anger suddenly burns through the Bond. Daccia doesn’t just want me to cum. He needs me to cum – more than he even needs his own release. He’s fucking me harder and harder – and yet he’s still keeping the beast that lives inside of him chained. He still doesn’t want to hurt me. He doesn’t want to make me suffer.
“Oh, Gods,” I beg. “I’m so close, Daccia. Please! Please, don’t hold back! Ahhh!”
The moment I say those words, it’s like a challenge to this brutal warrior.
A challenge I can’t take back.
His aura changes.
The protective, powerful alien is suddenly overwhelmed by the animalistic need to rut me. His left hand pinches my nipple hard, and that sends painful yet somehow perfect sensations throughout my body. At the same time, his right hand grips a fistful of my hair and forces me to arch my head up higher. His eyes glow with an animal intensity as he finally lets the beast within him free from its chains.
Now, Daccia doesn't hold back.
He takes me like an animal. The slap of flesh-on-flesh, as his cock slides in and out of me like a jackhammer, fill the room. I moan and whimper – and my mind goes blank with this overwhelming pleasure. I melt for Daccia. His hard, muscled body is a fucking machine – designed only for fighting and mating, and he does both with the same brutal intensity.
I’ve become nothing more than a little slut for this powerful warrior. Both the Bond and Daccia overpower my mind. I've never felt anything so right in all my life. I scream in pleasure as lightning sensations swarm through my body and set my world on fire.
The world is getting hazy – but in my mind, Daccia is in pure focus as his lips draw back and he bares his teeth. Daccia is now an animal – taking me hard. Finally, he growls and roars and his huge dick spurts his seed powerfully deep inside of me – deeper than anything has ever gone inside me before.
I’m lost. My orgasm completely overwhelms me.
The Bond is pulsing in my mind. It has evolved for one purpose, and one purpose only – to make human females bear the sons of their fated warrior triad. It isn’t just the overwhelming pleasure of being ravaged by these huge alien warriors that intoxicates me. Dark waves of pure ecstasy are now flowing throughout my body – as if I’ve finally achieved my life’s purpose. Daccia's dick pumps stream after stream of boiling cum deep inside of me, and I lose myself in pleasure as it rewards me for taking the seed of my warrior king.
Daccia’s growls fill the room, mixed with the slutty screams that wail uncontrollably out of my mouth. Finally – blissfully – Daccia releases his vice-like grip on my hair. My head falls limply forward. My entire body is now shaking and shuddering as the afterglow of my beautiful release fills me with a warm, golden glow.
After what seems like an eternity, Daccia pulls his still-stiff cock from inside me. His cum drips from my body, and I suddenly feel so empty. I bite my lip, my eyes rolling backward with the shocking realization that I want…
…more.
I’m empty – but only for a second. Hadrian steps forward and I look up – forcing my eyes to lift so I can see his reflection in the mirror. Hadrian’s thick dick is throbbing with hunger as he approaches me. I feel the first tinges of fear. His shaft is as thick as a baseball bat. I’m already sore and used – but I see Hadrian panting like a starving wolf watching a fresh kill. His body is so tense – each muscle flexed and taut – that I can practically see the blood pounding through his veins.
“Gentle,” I gasp out – but there’s no pity in Hadrian’s animal eyes as he steps forward.
“Release her,” snarls Hadrian. His words are guttural. They come out of his mouth warped, as if someone taught a beast the common tongue. I can see that Hadrian is on the brink of losing his mind – and with that immense rod
between his legs, I know it’s going to be me that suffers.
The steel tendrils holding me in place suddenly snap back. My stomach drops as I fall to the floor – but Hadrian grabs me before I can plummet to the hard ground. He lifts me up like I’m a toy, throwing me over his shoulder.
To my surprise, Hadrian carries me out of the punishment room – leaving behind the place in which I was supposed to face my sentence.
That means my plan worked…
I successfully seduced these three alien warriors. They’ve now betrayed their Empire. They can’t bring me home to their planet of Colossus now. They’ll be unable to make me face judgement for my crimes. Twenty years I would have been a prisoner there…
…but now I am prisoner forever.
I can still feel Daccia in my mind. He’s satisfied and protective. Now, I ache to feel what Hadrian and Kitos are like as their auras blossom inside my consciousness. I ache for Hadrian to find his release inside of me, and I can’t even blame the Bond for it.
I'm still in bliss – but I ache for more.
There's now a dark craving inside of me – a desire to be used by these three alien warriors. I’m their captive, trapped on their ship, and yet I relish in the feeling of utter helplessness.
Hadrian carries me down the corridor. I could kick, scream, and fight – but nothing I could do would stop this huge, alien warrior from claiming me and cumming deep inside of me, just as his battle-brother has done.
In fact, Daccia’s hot cum is still leaking from my body as Hadrian carries me into another room.
I recognize it as his bedroom. There’s a huge bed there – designed for the frame of a seven-feet-tall alien.
Kitos follows us inside. He’s stripped himself as naked as the day he was born, and I can’t stop staring at his chiseled body. It looks as though it was designed by a sculpture, who’d been tasked with creating the idealized image of male perfection.
Hadrian throws me down onto the bed. I bounce up and down on the soft mattress – my body shivering and shaking as the massive alien looms over me. With a gentleness I didn’t expect, Hadrian places a pillow behind my head. It’s a jarring moment of delicacy that contrasts so sharply with the animal hunger in his eyes. I drink up the sight of his massive, bulky body – and I suddenly feel the drip of his pre-cum against me as he prepares to claim me.
My whole body is shivering and shaking. I've never felt so weak and helpless before – and yet, somehow, I've never felt so safe.
With Kitos and Hadrian in this room with me, no man could ever touch me without their permission. No man could ever harm me now. There isn’t a force in this universe that could get between these Aurelians and their Fated Mate.
Hadrian mounts me. His big dick presses against my eager pussy, and I lick my lips in anticipation and nervousness. He’s completely naked now – his smooth, ivory skin pressing against mine as he towers over me.
Hadrian reaches down with one huge hand and easily spreads my thighs. For just a moment, I test trying to close my thighs against his hands – just to see if I can...
It's like trying to push a stone wall away from me.
Hadrian presses the huge head of his dick firmly against my already cum-filled cunt. He doesn't care that his battle-brother's seed is still filling me. I’m still open wide from Daccia – but it nevertheless hurts when Hadrian presses the bulbous head of his cock against my cunt.
I tremble at the sensation, running my hands gently over his body – uttering a silent plea for him to hold back the animal beast inside of him.
“You’re my little toy,” Hadrian snarls instead, and his words come out more... human.
It's as though the absolute certainty that he’s about to breed with his Fated Mate has returned some control to him.
As he looms over me, Hadrian strokes his dick against my clit, sending lightning pleasure rippling through me. I was so scared of him forcing that gargantuan dick into me – and yet now, he’s teasing me… Turning me into his eager little slut… Practically making me beg before he finally gives me what I want.
The moment I think I couldn’t bear to be teased a second longer, Hadrian finally presses forward. I gasp as his cock slowly enters me.
"Is it all in?"
My voice is a whimper, tears springing to my eyes – both from the pain of being stretched, and at the pleasure of being taken.
I reach down to feel between us – and I gasp as I grab the hilt of Hadrian’s massive dick. I realize he’s only yet pressed the head of his dick inside of me – and he's got at least another ten inches to punish me with.
Hadrian never answered my question. Now, he wraps his arms around my neck. My face is suddenly pressed against his muscled chest. I can feel his biceps – swollen like watermelons as he squeezes them tightly. I can’t move an inch as Hadrian presses his dick inside me.
The pain is sharp and sudden as he stretches me open – but that pain is mixed with a dark, sinful pleasure. I crave being used by these alpha warriors. Every throb of Hadrian’s dick sends a wave of delicious sensation through me. His breathing has become ragged and harsh. I can smell his musk, and it drives me wild. The soft bed presses against my back as Hadrian’s hard, muscled body crushes me down on top of it.
He works his dick into me with small thrusts, letting me grow used to his immense size. I’d been expecting him to rut me like a beast – to ruin me forever… Somehow, instead, Hadrian is tender. I wonder if he fucks all his women like this. It seems so out of character for this powerful warrior…
…and yet I can feel his devotion.
"You are my mate," Hadrian whispers into my ear, his hot breath making me shudder. His sweaty body presses against mine and his aura suddenly grows inside my mind; blossoming like a seed.
I taste his aura. Hadrian is harder than Daccia – more violent, and more primal…
…and yet he worships me.
I've never felt anything like it before.
If any man had told me that I was their Goddess, I’d have laughed at them, or view them with suspicion, wondering at their motives…
With Hadrian, however, there can be no doubt. I can feel his devotion inside of my own mind now.
I’m his Queen.
I’m Hadrian’s Goddess – his reason for being.
It's a shocking feeling – to suddenly be worshipped. Yet, at the same time, I feel a strange responsibility for this alien warrior. He’s found his mate – and now he’ll devote his life to me. I‘ve never felt so needed… So beautiful… So...
…so perfect.
In that moment, Hadrian’s eyes suddenly change – so quickly I can’t even see the shift. They become a deep, chestnut brown – tinged with a brownish red, like the leaves of maple trees on Old-Earth.
The thoughts swirl in my mind as Hadrian thrusts in and out of me. I can feel how badly he wants to let loose and fuck me. The animal need inside of him is building and building. I feel it in his aura – and yet I can feel him use all his willpower to hold back. He’s terrified of hurting me.
I suddenly realize Hadrian needs my permission. The pain is still insistent as he works himself deeper and deeper inside of me, but I want so badly to give him what we both need.
I feel the Bond surge in my mind, urging me to let him lose control inside of me.
“Make me yours," I beg, my mouth pressed against Hadrian’s sweaty chest.
Suddenly, he snaps. Hadrian begins to rut me like a beast. It doesn't take long before he’s fucking me with deep, hard, punishing strokes that wipe away the last semblance of rational thought from my mind.
I’m just a woman. Alien or not, he’s just a man – a man taking what’s his. I’ve never felt so owned before; so vulnerable – and yet so protected at the same time.
Hadrian drills into me with long, hard thrusts. Each powerful thrust sends yet another wave of need through me. I didn’t know it was possible to have a rational thought in the midst of this mating frenzy – and yet, suddenly, an even darker u
rge is surging up inside of me. It grows and grows as I’m taken relentlessly by this huge warrior.
Now, I realize I have a sudden craving for Kitos.
He’s been watching this whole time – waiting, and aching for me…
…suddenly, I want to please him, too.
I’ve only ever been with one man or alien at the same time before – and the dirty thought of being shared by both Hadrian and Kitos at the same time makes me feel so slutty and weak. The aching for Kitos is so strong that even Hadrian stops mid-stroke. His cock is fully embedded in me now – and I feel like I’m being torn in half as the panting warrior stays as rigid and unmoving as a statue; his only motion the rhythmic pulsing of his dick, buried deep inside of me. I can feel it throb with each beat of Hadrian’s heart.
Gods! I’ve never felt so alive.
For one second, I wonder why Hadrian stopped fucking me...
…then I remember that he can now read my mind.
Hadrian pulls his dick from me, making me ache for more the second he leaves me empty.
The towering warrior leans back to lifts me up from the bed – manhandling me as if I weigh nothing and flipping me over. Hadrian then positions me back on the bed – on all fours this time, lengthwise against the bed. My body shudders. I can barely hold myself up.
Kitos steps forward, until he stands on the other side of the bed. He doesn’t say a word as he looks down at me. I suddenly have the vision of his huge dick buried deep in my throat – all while his battle-brother pounds me from behind.
For the first time during all of this, I suddenly feel shame. I’ve never been opposed to my own desires – but the thought of being shared by two Aurelians, both at the same time, is almost too dirty for me to handle…
…but, at the same time, there’s a sweet, aching need for the feeling of dirtiness. It’s as if succumbing to this desire will finally give me what I’ve really wanted all along.
I look up – and gasp…
I’d thought Kitos was the most sensitive of the three warriors.
