Aurelian Prisoner
A Sci Fi Alien Fated Mates Romance
Corin Cain
Contents
Foreword
1. Allie
2. Daccia
3. Allie
4. Hadrian
5. Kitos
6. Allie
7. Kitos
8. Allie
9. Hadrian
10. Allie
11. Hadrian
12. Allie
13. Daccia
14. Allie
15. Daccia
16. Hadrian
17. Allie
18. Kitos
19. Allie
20. Daccia
21. Allie
22. Hadrian
23. Allie
24. Allie
25. Daccia
26. Allie
27. Allie
28. Allie
Foreword
Welcome to the Aurelian Empire, where the dominant, powerful alien warriors come in threes!
This is a steamy reverse harem alien romance, heavy on the action and adventure! It is quite dark and intense at parts. This book does contain darker themes of the effects of human trafficking.
- CC
1
Allie
A thousand greedy eyes are staring at my body, but I ignore them – swaying my hips to the rhythm of the music instead, losing myself in dance.
I know that all around me, humans and Toads alike are leering at my curves – but their whistles and jeers, the vulgar hunger of disgusting men, barely registers to me. I’ve shut them out, just as I’d learned to do a long time ago.
But I can’t shut everybody out – and for all the countless faces I ignore, three remain painfully sharp in my awareness.
The faces belong to a triad of haughty, Rogue Aurelians – towering alien warriors who apparently aren’t too proud and haughty to patronize the likes of Spur’s joint tonight.
Those three imposing creatures have my full attention. I couldn’t shut them out even if I tried. They’re not the first Aurelians to ever set foot into this place – but every time I see any of their warrior species, I can’t shut them out like I can the rest of the men.
Ha! With humans and Toads, it’s nothing. The men of those races are like insects, and I can ignore their jeers like the buzzing of flies.
But those Aurelians? I can’t shut them out – partly because of just how imposing they are, but also because I know I have to watch out for them.
Their towering species is famous for traveling in trios – every Aurelian warrior is part of a triad of huge, hulking beasts of men. What makes the Aurelians who frequent Spur’s different to the norm is that they’re all Rogue – exiles or deserters from the Aurelian Empire, and no longer bound to the rules of that tightly ordered society. Aurelians from the Empire wouldn’t come to this planet – not since the human government had declared independence from the Aurelian Empire, and rejected the ‘protection’ they offered.
Rogue Aurelians will still come here, though – and for the same reason the Aurelian Empire once colonized this planet:
Women.
Aurelians are an all-male species, with an infamous appetite for sex. The warriors of the Aurelian Empire are famous for scouring the universe for attractive human females, who they invite to join their huge harems. That’s disgusting enough – but Rogue Aurelians are famous for taking that a step further.
Rather than inviting women to join their harems, or accepting any of the countless human females who volunteer, Rogue Aurelians have no compunction about snatching up attractive women and taking them into their harems whether they want to be part of them or not.
They own these woman - mating brutally with them, one after the next, relentlessly searching for what all Aurelian warriors seek – Empire or Rogue: Their ‘Fated Mate’.
I speak from experience. I was once forced to spend three weeks in an Aurelian harem. I can still feel the crack of their hands on my bare bottom as they disciplined me unmercifully, and my body still trembles from the force of their violent mating as they took me – using me hard, over and over again.
The passion of the Aurelians who ‘owned’ me was unparalleled, and their beastly strength still makes me quiver in ways I can only begin to comprehend.
And that’s the worst part – or the best part. Whatever you objectively think of Aurelians – Rogue or otherwise – it’s not so easy to remain dispassionate when you’re standing before one…
…or kneeling in front of one…
…or crushed beneath the brutal, violent thrusts of one.
Objectively, Aurelians seem brutal, haughty and misogynistic. Subjectively – when you’re with one of those marble-skinned Gods – you can’t help but let your body give in to the trembling, shivering need for them. You can’t help but admire the tradition of honor that is intrinsic to their society, and the sense of duty they have in protecting the human species they view as so child-like and helpless.
It’s infuriating, yet honorable. Frustrating, yet laudable. The best and worst of both worlds; and both repellent and compelling to human females like me.
In the old days of the Aurelian Empire – and in traditions still practiced by some Rogue Aurelians – human women were owned and traded as slaves. In more modern times, it’s apparent that many women don’t need chains, or collars – or even the threat of discipline – to be obedient to these brutal aliens.
The dominant nature and powerful sexuality of Aurelians is enough to turn most human females into willing, obedient little sluts for them.
But not all women. Not me. Three weeks was all I spent in that Aurelian harem before I made my escape. I am many things – but willing and obedient aren’t two of them.
Yet, even after all this time, I still regret what I had to do to them: To the three Aurelians who ‘owned’ me. They were noble, passionate men. They didn’t deserve what happened to them. I feel shame – and for that reason, I stay as far away from Aurelians as possible now.
Besides, the risk of being around Aurelian warriors is astronomical.
Humans and Toads? They’re just disgusting men – I can handle them. In fact, after a while, they all blend together. Handsome or ugly, rich or poor, they’re all the same. They’re so easy to manipulate – and I should know. It’s how I make my living.
It’s why I’m dancing tonight at Spur’s joint. I know that both humans and Toads are equally eager
