I lower my voice to a breathy whisper.
“Make me your bitch, Daccia. Make me your little slut…"
I whimper and squirm against my restraints. My breathy words are only half-designed to drive him wild. I know I have to play it carefully. Aurelians are addicted to submissive human women. It triggers something deep inside of them – their desire to dominate.
I have to sound like I’m begging him – not seducing him.
Fortunately, I know just how to play this towering Aurelian. I learned while I was in that Aurelian harem. I know how to leverage the weakness of Aurelians… Their obsession…
The fact that Aurelian warriors spend their whole lives desperately searching for that ultimate form of domination – the Bond.
The only way for an Aurelian to confirm whether or not a human female is his ‘Fated Mate’ is to fuck her – and that’s why Aurelians collect their huge harems, and still scour the universe further. Their mating frenzies are legendary because of their need to fuck any fertile female, just in case she is the one…
The one woman with DNA compatible to theirs. The one woman who can sire their children.
Suddenly, I freeze.
A thought occurs. A ridiculous thought – a thought so unlikely that I scold myself for even considering it.
But consider it I must.
If I succeed in pushing Daccia over the edge, it won’t just be the rough mating frenzy I'll have to withstand. There is a possibility – a ridiculously, infinitesimally unlikely possibility – that I am his ‘Fated Mate.’
It’s so unlikely that it’s not worth worrying about… But I am worrying about it.
I know I shouldn’t. That out of all the billions of humans and Aurelians spread across the almost infinite width of the universe, the chances of me being the compatible Bonded mate of this Aurelian triad are so remote that it’s almost laughable…
But it does happen.
Sometimes, Aurelians do find their Fated Mate.
Just look to the Emperor and his Queen, Jasmine. She’s the Bonded mate of the Emperor and his triad. They managed to find each other…
More and more triads seem to be stumbling across their Fated Mate…
It could happen – and, if it does, I'll never be free again.
The concrete walls of an Aurelian high security prison will be nothing compared to the imprisonment of the Bond.
The Bond between an Aurelian triad and their Fated Mate is a chilling unification – one that binds Aurelian and human together for eternity. It grants their human mate a longer life, superior health, and many other benefits shrouded in legend...
…but at a terrible cost.
She is destined to bear the young of her Bonded triad. To be driven half-mad with mating lust herself. To become a prisoner in a different way – a prisoner to her own biology.
But there’s no point worrying about that now. I need to escape. I need to focus on that.
"Please, Daccia,” I murmur. “I need you."
I utter a moan, and suddenly all I can think about is the heat of passion that's about to overtake us both if I’m successful. If Daccia just lets go – if he succumbs to his powerful urge to fuck and fill me – it’ll be a wild ride.
I’m both terrified and eager. There's nothing that can compare to an Aurelian in full mating frenzy.
For a moment, I look up and see Daccia’s right eye twitch. Gods – he’s so close to cracking…
But then, suddenly, he growls. "Gag her."
The AI responds instantly. Suddenly, a tendril darts out from the side of the chair and fills my mouth; like a steel cock.
Fuck! Now I'm strapped down in the chair, and my last weapon – my voice – has been stolen from me.
Even worse – even more humiliatingly – I’m now utterly turned on. I switched on my seductive wiles to lure Daccia, and ended up becoming aroused for real. My whole body is trembling. My pussy is throbbing. My nipples are painfully hard.
…and yet there's nothing I can do about it.
I stare up at Daccia, even though I can no longer move or speak.
He knows how turned on I am – how much I want him to succumb to his desires and sink his big, beautiful cock inside of me.
I don’t care – I won't ever feel embarrassed by my desires. It's only natural for a human female to crave these perfect specimens of alien masculinity. They’re like powerful, seven-feet-tall Greek Gods – and I already know what it’s like to be taken by them.
No, I won’t be ashamed of my desire – but I do feel embarrassed for my failure. I needed to seduce this man – before he could regain control of himself.
He was so close, too. As I squirm against my restraints, I look up – and watch as Daccia closes his eyes, forcing himself not to look at the naked prize in front of him. Blinded, he clenches his fists again. His cock surges against his pants…
…but he is regaining control, dammit.
Slowly – eventually – Daccia’s eyes open once again.
Now, instead of the animal lust that filled him before, Daccia radiates a controlled power.
If I didn’t have this gag in my life, I’d be tempted to laugh. Oh, the big alien warrior might be in control of his desire now – but I can just imagine him looking down at me with those harsh, slate-grey eyes as I pleasured him with my mouth.
How long would you last then, Daccia?
As if reading my mind, Daccia snaps at the AI: "Search her."
The steely tendrils wrapped around my wrists and ankles are about the width of my thumb. More of them emerge from the chair – running across my bare skin, teasing my body. There are six in total – the one jammed into my mouth so I can't speak, two more coiled around my wrists and ankles, and then three others; crawling over every inch of my exposed
