Yes, I’d given those Aurelians everything…
…until I’d got access to their safe, and then I’d stolen enough to pay the pirate’s ransom.
I’d been willing to whore myself out to save my sister’s life…
…but not my own.
I stand there and feel the heat of Daccia’s eyes on my body. It’s so fucking tempting to give in – to embrace the tortured pleasures I’d experienced as part of an Aurelian harem…
But I won’t.
I’d done that for my sister. Fucking these three Aurelians now? It wouldn’t get me any close to finding her. To rescuing her – if she was even still alive.
So, I won’t give in. Not to them, or to my barely restrained desires.
If these Aurelians want me, they’re going to have to take me – kicking and screaming.
Not that they wouldn’t be able to. These three alien bastards are so fucking huge that they’d be able to pin me down effortlessly. They could take me, and fuck me hard, and seed me again and again – and there’d be absolutely nothing I could do to stop them.
Each of these beastly men must weigh four or five-hundred pounds, and that’s more than enough pure muscle to force me to submit to whatever they desire of me.
I gulp dryly, remembering my experiences. I could barely walk for a week after my first time with an Aurelian – and since my three weeks spent in an Aurelian harem, I’ve barely touched another man.
Why would I? No human could ever compare to the feeling of being with those God-like, perfect aliens. That’s what’s so terrible about them – how my hatred for their kind is intertwined with lust and desire.
I set my jaw. I need to do what I need to do – and nothing more.
So, I lick my lips, and snap my fingers. The AI – the artificial intelligence unit – instantly begins playing a slow, sensuous beat on the speakers in this private room.
As the music plays, I slowly begin swaying my hips. Aurelians are obsessed with fertility, and I know what will drive them wild. While most human men may think I’m too much – all curves, and hips, and ample flesh – I know Aurelians are addicted to fertile-looking female bodies like mine. Proof in point – the eyes of the three Aurelians eyes drop to my body, entranced by the rhythm of my hips, and it’s as if I’m charming a trio of snakes.
I lick my lips as their “snakes” rise visibly inside their suit pants.
I remember back to the three weeks I’d spent tricking that Aurelian triad back on Antonius 5. Oh, Gods – the way they’d mated with me, again and again, still makes my toes curl at night.
I’m ashamed to admit it, but I was nearly addicted to their perfect bodies – to their rough, almost painful dominance. They used me like they owned me. I barely got out alive.
I sometimes wonder – if it wasn’t for my sister, and my desperate need to rescue her, would I have stayed? Would I have surrendered myself to a lifetime of pleasure and submission?
It’s not a question I like to think about – because I’m scared at what the answer might be.
Returning to the moment, I step closer to the leader of this triad.
Daccia licks his lips – his lust for me obvious. His cock hardens like a steel rod, filling the leg of his pants.
Gods! He has to be packing something even bigger than the three Aurelians from that harem!
As much as it terrifies and arouses me, I’m also reassured by the sight of Daccia’s monstrous erection. That means there’s no way these three aren’t Rogue Aurelians.
No member of Aurelian Law Enforcement would allow himself to become so aroused by a woman he was trying to arrest – and not because of any misguided sense of duty or honor. No – it’s because once the mating rage of the Aurelian species gets fired up, it can only subside by seeding a human woman. No Law Enforcement officer would risk being coaxed into the mating frenzy; because even the cold-hearted, calculating courts of the Aurelian Empire frown harshly on mating with a suspect prior to arrest! If an Enforcement Agent mated with a prisoner, the courts would cast him from the Empire, and pardon the woman of any crime short of murder.
Well, this means I’m going to end up bruised and sore – but I’ll survive, and I’ll be free.
In fact, part of me aches to surrender to the dominance of these Aurelians. It’s been so long since I was in that harem – and yet, on some nights, I still remember dreamily how brutal the alien species was as they mated with and seeded me. Some nights, I still wake up panting and writhing, emerging from of a dream about the way those aliens claimed me.
The three Aurelians are sat in their enormous, wooden chairs. Slipping into the mindset of Scarlet, the stripper, I clamber up and straddle the leader of the Aurelians.
Riding in his lap, I thrust my full tits into his face. Beneath me, his cock is a hard, steel rod that presses up against my body. I can feel it throb through the material of Daccia’s pants – and as I gyrate on him, his cock seems to grow bigger, and harder.
Despite myself, I feel my nipples harden in a dark lust that builds up unstoppably inside of me. I no longer know if I even want to drug the Aurelians, like I’d planned – or, instead, ignite the fabled mating rage in them.
The huge beast beneath me is panting with lust now. I pull off my bra, exposing my pendulous breasts to him, and Daccia’s hand darts with lightning speed to my thigh.
His hard prick throbs beneath my body…
…but that’s a different prick to the sharp pain that suddenly paints my leg.
I glance down – and instantly spot the drop of blood that’s as scarlet as my name. I suddenly
