Oh, Gods!
I whimper in sinful pleasure as the machine slowly presses the point of that tentacle way into my asshole, stretching and filling me.
I struggle against my bonds, but there's no way for me to escape. Daccia just watches, obviously hungry for more – but somehow still in control of his lust-filled body.
"I know what you're trying to do, Allie," he says calmly – although Daccia’s voice has an edge of strain to it. I know he's in complete control, but he’s still wildly turned on at the sight of these steel tendrils working their way deep inside my pussy and ass.
Fuck! I've never felt so humiliatingly turned on. I'm so fucking helpless in front of this powerful, sexy, dominant man.
"You want me to lose control,” Daccia murmurs, “but I sense not just to secure your freedom. No human woman can fake arousal like this. You ache for me, Allie. You ache for me to seed you.”
I stare at Daccia, and my lust-filled mind almost melts with the intensity of this experience. Gods, I was meant to be the one driving him wild with lust – not the other way around…
…except then, an icy shard of rationality lodges itself in my mind. I lock eyes with Daccia – my gaze against those slate-grey orbs of his. I will him to lose himself in this moment. Gods, I know how close he was…
…if I can just nudge him over the edge.
I know that Bonded Aurelian triads can communicate telepathically. Hell, it was almost like Daccia could read my mind, as I thought all those vengeful things earlier…
I know it’s not possible – but I pretend it is. I somehow try to order him to snap. I stare up at Daccia and I try to communicate the impossible with just my eyes…
And, Gods… Somehow it works.
Daccia suddenly reaches down and slowly begins to unzip his pants.
Oh, Gods – I did it!
I don’t know how I did it – but this implacable, statue-like Aurelian warrior has snapped.
I watch, trembling and helpless, as Daccia pulls out his monstrous cock from his pants. Gods, it's almost too big to believe – even larger than the huge cocks of those three Aurelians whose harem I’d been part of.
My eyes widen as I stare at Daccia’s ivory, throbbing shaft. It looks like it was carved from marble, but it throbs inhumanely…
As Daccia stands in front of me, I’m not sure if I’m terrified or elated that I managed to make him lose control. Be careful what you wish for, right?
I think I’m as lost as he is, now. All thought of escape has vanished from my lust-addled brain. Now all I want is for him to take me – hard.
"You want me to lose control?” Daccia strokes his shaft, peering down at me. “You want me to be disgraced?” He gulps dryly. “But… But I will not.”
I’m not even sure he believes himself. I expect him to step forward – to pull those steel tentacles from inside me and replace them with his huge, hard cock.
Daccia finally mutters: “AI – is she concealing anything else?"
The robotic voice hums to life. "The subject has nothing else concealed inside of her."
The tendrils inside me are turning me on so much I can't bear it. It's humiliating to be examined like this – right in front of this sexy, rock-hard Aurelian warrior…
…but even worse is the teasing. The tendrils are filling me with sensation, but leaving me aching for more. I want to cum so fucking badly. I just wish the tendrils would slither in and out of my pussy and ass, like the cocks they resemble. I wish they’d fuck me, until I whimpered in pleasure and found my release.
"Good,” Daccia watches me squirm. “AI - vibrate."
I suddenly try to gasp – but I can't utter a sound; not with one of these metal tendrils filling my mouth.
The squirming steel tentacles writhing inside my pussy and ass suddenly start to vibrate. Instant, overwhelming pleasure floods my body. I stiffen in the chair – reluctantly forced to squirm in pleasure in front of this rock-hard, Greek God.
Daccia is just standing there, the bastard – stroking his massive cock. The huge, swollen tip of his dick is now drooling pre-cum like a faucet. My mouth waters at the sight of it.
I know Aurelian cocks are too massive to be able to fit inside of a human woman normally, so their species has evolved to secrete obscene amounts of pheromone-laden, slick pre-cum – as if designed specifically for seeding tight little human holes.
I shudder with desire. I’m not sure if I want to taste that pre-cum, remembering the flavor from my time with the harem – or just feel it slickly ease Daccia’s massive cock inside of me.
One thing I am sure of is that I don't feel embarrassed. I have no shame in aching to be treated like this. It's only natural for a human woman to be completely overwhelmed by lust when near Aurelians like this.
But my overwhelming lust doesn't mean I'm weak. No – I ache for the pleasure, but there’s a rational part of me that still knows I need to get this Aurelian so riled up that he can't help but take me – hard and fast, to lose everything inside me.
But Daccia stands firm.
"I'm not going to snap, you little minx,” the towering commander warns. “Unlike my battle-brothers, I'm in complete control of my body...”
His voice almost cracks – and I wonder if he’s trying to convince me…
…or himself.
“Now,” the looming warrior growls, “you're going to cum for me – like the little slut you are."
His cruel words trigger something deep inside of me. I love the way he talks down to me – like I'm just a naughty whore who needs to be
