In addition to fucking their brains out, the warriors of the Aurelian Empire are also known for… spoiling their women.
Even by the standards of the richest humans, Aurelians are absurdly wealthy. Upon completing their hundred years of service to the Empire, an Aurelian warrior is granted huge estates and riches with which to live in luxury for the remainder of their hundreds of centuries of life.
Any woman who joins the harems that these Aurelians assemble with their wealth has the opportunity to secure an abundant, independent future for herself.
Even if they’re part of a harem for just a single year, those women will be guaranteed a paid education, living expenses while they study, and then passage and a stipend to any world they want to travel to and create a new life for themselves.
Imagine the possibilities!
And it’s all thanks to the Queen of the Aurelian Empire –the human Jasmine –who fought tirelessly for human rights when she and her Bonded triad took the throne.
So, it’s no wonder that women from impoverished backgrounds – backgrounds like mine – eagerly choose to volunteer for these harems. The opportunities are endless; even if they come attached to degrading subservience, rough and frequent mating, and even devilish and delicious corporal punishments.
As I said earlier – every human woman has considered it for one reason or another. Even me.
But I’d never volunteer to join an Aurelian harem. Not willingly.
In fact, despite everything I’ve just said, I still can’t believe women actually do it. Surely, no woman could truly, deep down, like it…
But maybe I’m as bad as those haughty rich bitches, for turning my nose up at the suggestion. If I’m honest with myself…
The moment I am, the same shameful vision that sometimes wakes me up at night flares instantly through my mind: The thought of how small and powerless I’d feel, bent over the huge lap of a towering Aurelian Warrior, as he brings his huge palm down across my ass cheeks with a resounding, jiggling smack!
I shiver, forcing the thought out of mind. It’s not right to think like that...
In fact, it’s my deepest, darkest shame that sometimes – late at night – I can’t stop thinking about those three Aurelians I’d seen in the flesh all those years ago; wondering what it would be like to be owned by them…
Get a grip, Mia!
I shake my head, turning to Darr.
“What’s the goal?”
The goal. The reason for the job. With Darr, it’s always specific – always easy to carry.
I’ve been doing this scheme with him for two years now, between my regular duties to Darr as a pickpocket and cat burglar. Those put food on the table – the maid scheme gets us rich.
We target the upper middle class Sector 2 families who employ an army of maids, servants, and cooks, making it easy to get hired, blend in – and then sneak out with our stolen prize afterward.
Last job, I spent weeks working as a maid at the home of our targets, even drawing a regular salary. The legal money was a pittance. A pittance that won’t get you thrown in jail.
Now, those earnings are safe in my room, hidden under a floorboard.
Those earnings, and then the bonus from when we actually pulled the heist, quickly added up. Just a few more heists like that and I’d have enough to finally book a flight off this world – sneaking off before Darr knows I’m even gone.
That’s my goal. That’s why I do this.
As for Darr – his goal is whatever he thinks will bring us the most money. Darr usually picks a single item, depending on what a reputable buyer wants, and I go into the house to steal it.
In fact, I just got back two days ago from stealing a rare necklace from the Lalooti family – a noble bunch from the best part of Sector 2 who probably haven’t even missed it yet, amid their disgustingly huge collection of jewels and riches.
But I’d forsake my cut of that job, and my entire salary as a maid, if it meant I didn’t have to pull off this next scheme. Now I know what he’s got planned, the thought of what could happen chills me to my core.
And yet here I sit, still talking to him as if I’m going to do the job.
“Glad to see you’re onboard,” Darr sneers, leaning closer to me. “It would have been… disagreeable if you hadn’t.”
The thinly-veiled threat is clear – but in all other respects, Darr’s demeanor has softened since I agreed to this dangerous plan. He’ll treat me gently – as long as he thinks I’ll deliver for him.
But the truth is: Inside, I’m already calculating all the hidden stores of money I’ve built up over the years, trying to figure out if it’s enough for the cheapest flight off Deemak.
Maybe it is – but I’d have nothing to start a new life when I arrived, and I couldn’t do that without significant savings stored up – much more than I have right now.
Oblivious to my thoughts, Darr starts outlining his scheme:
“Their names are Gallus, Cyrus, and Varian,” he growls, “and those haughty Aurelian bastards possess one of the finest collections of original, Earth-made wristwatches in the known universe. Now, here’s the plan…”
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Gallus
With a grunt, I spurt my seed inside the tight little human cunt writhing beneath me.
It feels good physically, but even as relief washes over me, I’m ashamed of myself.
I’m wasting myself by emptying my full, aching balls inside a woman who isn’t my mate. This little wench beneath me screams out in pleasure, her tight pussy contracting and spasming as she orgasms, but beyond the physical release, I feel nothing myself.
Balls drained, I pull my cock from within her and flop back onto the sofa, panting deeply after the
