I reluctantly try to push Varian away from me. It’s like trying to move a boulder, but he senses my movement and pulls back from our kiss.
“Stop,” I gasp out, untangling myself from the multitude of huge, exploring hands.
Part of me is amazed – maybe even disappointed – that they respect my plea for mercy. If they’d wanted to, these three powerful warriors could just grab me, throw me onto the floorboards of his library, and fuck me as violently and deeply as they wanted.
Their sheer size and strength means I could never resist them, even if I wanted to...
…and my trembling pussy confirms that I wouldn’t try. I’d let them. I’d willfully allow myself to be taken, so I don’t need to take accountability for accepting something I crave so powerfully.
But that’s not what happens.
My heels clatter to the floor as I pull myself from the men’s embrace.
I stand there for a moment, swaying and on unsteady legs. The three Aurelians stare at me, wide-eyed. Their huge cocks are tenting out the front of their togas, and each one points at me accusingly.
I shudder, staggering backwards. I stumble towards the door, almost at a run, and then finally turn and flee.
It’s not that I think the Aurelians will do something to me I don’t want – quite the opposite.
It’s actually that I can’t trust myself to be with them – not for one second longer. If I do, I’ll succumb to every dark desire I’ve even hidden deep within my subconsciousness.
I stumble out into the hallway. I half expected that redheaded girl from earlier to be waiting for me there, with her judging, glaring eyes. She’d have quite the sight if she had been.
There’s no doubt about what had been going on. My uniform is all askew, my cheeks are flushed, and I’m panting with arousal. I was a moment from surrendering – and it’s a miracle I didn’t.
I stumble down the corridor, and eventually to the safety of my room. As I slam the doors shut behind me, I look around desperately for a lock – but there’s nothing. I quickly give up and collapse to the ground instead, kneeling in a tangled heap in front of the full-length mirror, gasping for breath.
My mind is broiling with confused, contradictory thoughts and desire.
I ache for those men. My body wants them so badly it hurts.
But, at the same time, I couldn’t handle the idea of suddenly becoming nothing to them, the moment they penetrate my virginal cunt and discover that I’m not their fabled Fated Mate.
Though every ounce of me is still aching to be claimed by the three alien warriors, I knew that I had to resist…
Gods! I say that, but some sick, twisted part of me still wishes that the mating frenzy had fully overcome the three of them, and those Aurelians had just taken me – taking not just my virginity, but also taking the choice to cling onto it out of my hands.
I pull the maid’s uniform from my body as though it’s on fire, ripping the fabric as I tear it off me. I should never have worn it. I knew exactly what I was doing, and I was playing with fire. I wanted to tantalize them… I wanted to tease them… I wanted to bring their desire to a fast boil and feel the heat as it bubbles over...
…but when I got exactly what I’d wanted, I had been the one who’d nearly got burned.
I drag the sopping wet, silky panties down my thighs and toss them aside. I rip off my bra, and stare at myself in the mirror. I’m naked now, and my arousal is achingly obvious. In my reflection, I see that my nipples have hardened into pointed, aching buds. My hair is all askew, a mess of tousled curls, while my skin is flushed red. I stare at my reflection, and then I slowly turn, and a moan leaves my lips as I see the mark of Cyrus’s hand on the cheeks of my ass; perfectly preserved as a red handprint.
I shudder. This is too much.
I stagger back, and then flop naked onto the bed. My hands move like they have a mind of my own. As I lay there, shuddering, I reach up and pinch my nipple. Waves of sensation flood my body. My right hand moves down, between the heat of my glistening thighs. My fingers instantly find my soaking wetness.
As I lay there, touching myself, I imagine what it would be like to be on my knees in front of Gallus. The towering leader of the alien warrior triad has such a deep, earnest presence of leadership that eclipses even Cyrus’s mischievous confidence. I imagine the way I’d wrap my lips around Gallus’s cock – a cock I can only imagine the sight of.
But I know roughly… I saw the way he tented his toga with that foot-long firmness. The image of Sarah holding her hands twelve inches apart and giggling fills my vision.
Gods!
Yes, I know Gallus has an enormous cock – one so big that I could probably never even fit it in my mouth – and yet I’m aching and eager to try.
Maybe it would.
Maybe, if he grabbed my hair and forced me to deep throat him.
That sudden, random, uncharacteristic thought is so dirty that the fingers between my glistening thighs find my clit and rub it gently. I pleasure myself as I imagine those three aliens roughly dominating me. My rubbing intensifies as I imagine Gallus’s cock spurting into my mouth, and it’s that mental image that sends me over the edge. My orgasm is harsh and insistent, and my eyes roll backwards as I shudder and squirm on the bed.
It took me less than a minute to reach my climax – but instead of feeling satisfied, I now only want and crave the three gorgeous, virile aliens even more.
Come on, Mia… I should just…
