I also know that – shameful as it is – my body will react to their dominance, and then they’ll be able to taste my need. My arousal will flood their senses.
They know, as well as I do, that the scent of my arousal will further inflame them…
It will make the three Aurelians lose control – and when they lose control, I win.
They’ll be forced to let me free – since they’ll no longer have any authority to bring me back to Colossus. They’ll have mated with a prisoner – and that is an impropriety that carries severe consequences under law of the Aurelian Empire.
Unless...
Unless they’d maintain their noble pride, and actually turn themselves in.
They’d violate the law – despoil a prisoner – but still deliver her to the Aurelians courts. They’d just also turn themselves in – to stand and face the consequences for their actions.
That’s the danger of gambling with the honor of honorable people – that they live the values they aspire to.
But it's a risk I will have to take. In all honesty, you never know how an Aurelian is going to act. If I manage to seduce Daccia, or even his whole triad, they might realize the consequences of my actions and set me free…
…but there is a chance that they’d be so filled with shame at what they’d done, that all three of them would turn themselves over to the law – and accept hundreds of years inside the Colossus prison in order to redeem themselves.
As I said, though – I have to take that risk. I have to try my plan, even if it looks like it won't work.
So... What's my next move? If they won't follow the rule of law – and deliver the alternative punishment I demanded – there might be something more going on with these aliens. As notorious as they are, Aurelian warriors should be able to resist their basest desires – even when pushed to the brink by someone like me. I’ve seen how close these three towering aliens are to snapping, though. The mental image of Daccia, towering over me while he stroked his massive cock, makes me tremble.
Something is different. These three aliens seem to have a deeper attraction to me than even they understand.
Again, that question appears in my head – the one that’s so absurd I shouldn’t even waste the mental energy considering it…
…but what if I am their Fated Mate?
A shudder runs through me. The Bond between Aurelians and their Fated Mate is the strongest, most irresistible force in the universe. More than that - it’s the only way that the all-male Aurelian race can reproduce. That’s why the Aurelians search the galaxies far and wide for fertile women, all seeking their own destined mate. It’s why Aurelians gather enormous harems of women, all of whom invariably fail to be their Bonded partner. In the impossibly unlikely event that an Aurelian triad do find their Fated Mate – the one woman the Gods have destined them to be with – the other women of their harem might as well be tables and chairs for all the allure they then have for their Aurelian masters.
In the faint light of my cell, I contemplate the Bond. It is fearful, yes – but it comes with undeniable benefits. On one hand, people claim that it turns women into mindless breeding slaves for their Bonded triad. I believe that. I've seen the holo-vids of the human Queen Jasmine. It appears she’s constantly pregnant – bearing dozens of sons for her trio of Bonded lovers.
And yet, despite being centuries old now, Jasmine still looks twenty-five.
That’s because the Bond greatly extends human life. That’s the sweetest gift of the mysterious connection – and perhaps worth everything else... Perhaps it’s even worth the cost of spending that massively extended lifespan succumbing to the utter dominance of a breeding triad.
The door to my room hisses suddenly open.
I gasp in shock – my heart pounding as Daccia, Hadrian, and Kitos enter to stand in front of me.
The three towering Aurelians aren't wearing their tailored business suits anymore. Instead, each of them is in workout clothes – tight-fitting athletic gear that hugs every sculpted cut their powerful bodies. I can see every defined line of their muscles – not to mention the clearly defined outline of their enormous cocks, bulging obscenely against the thin material of their workout shorts.
I doubt they’re going to the gym, though. These tight-fitting, but comfortable clothes must be what Aurelians typically wear for long interstellar flights...
…or for punishing unruly prisoners.
Perhaps they will be getting a workout after all.
"This way," growls Daccia, his voice strained. He motions with his head, and I follow his directions out of the room.
As we walk down the hallway – the three towering aliens following me – I feel the first hint of regret for my bold choice. Switching an extended stay in that punishment brig for a short period of corporal punishment seemed smart at the time – but now I have to go through with it.
I glance nervously over my shoulder. These Aurelians are so fucking massive. I feel tiny compared to the seven-feet-tall monsters. Each one of their palms could turn my ass red with a single, harsh slap.
We reach a door at the end of the corridor. Hadrian hits the controls with his open palm. I watch the strength of the motion and cringe – imagining my tender ass beneath that weighty slap.
I’ve tried to escape twice. Worse, I endangered the ship by breaking their Orb-Drive.
I’m in for some real punishment.
I wish I'd read all of the Aurelian Laws – but the sheer mass of them makes it so that even all my years of study only grazed the surface. I have no idea of the specifics of the choice I’ve made.
The room we enter is cold. My nipples harden instantly – but I don't know if that’s from the temperature,
