I’ve had some… dark desires that I’m terrified are going to be pulled from inside of me. Desires I’m terrified will be drawn out and exposed to these three men.
Way back, when I’d joined that Aurelian harem to steal from the triad of Elites, I’d merely been playing the part of an eager, willing woman whore.
Now, I want it to be real. I want to serve these three towering warriors – to be dominated, punished…
…and worshiped.
The whimper that comes from my mouth sounds so fucking slutty, and that just turns me on even more. Daccia growls like a beast, thrusting himself in and out of me, filling me so deeply with that baseball bat-sized cock that is still only halfway inside of me.
"You're mine."
Daccia’s feral growl makes a wave of pleasure surge through me. The sensation is almost better than the sex – but in truth nothing could be better than this sex. Deep down, I've always craved the dominance of an Aurelian. A mere human could never tame me – but with the seven-feet-tall, Greek Gods of Colossus, I'd always felt... eager.
Back when I’d joined the harem of those Elites, I’d told myself it was all an act – a ploy to steal the funds I’d needed to save my sister. I’d lied to them, and used my wiles to trick and confuse them…
But maybe I was lying to myself the whole time.
Right now, I know I can’t deceive myself any longer. I could tell myself that all I want is to escape and reclaim my freedom…
…but I know that would be a lie.
There's something so right about being taken by Daccia. I can feel the way he aches for me. It’s burning him up, like fire through our shared Bond.
Before, I’d never liked the way men enjoyed looking at me. I’d always hated the way the customers at Spur’s joint jeered and leered, so obvious in their desire to fuck me.
But this? This feels right.
Daccia’s absolute, soul-crushing need to make me his fills my mind with a certainty I’ve never experienced before. I know that the Bond will never weaken. I know it’ll grow stronger and stronger as this alien warrior aches to make me his at a deeper and deeper level. I am now Bound to him, yes…
…but now, he is also bound to me.
Daccia's dick slides in and out of me, and each thrust sends a new wave of pleasure rippling through my body. There’s nothing as satisfying as being filled to the absolute limit by this towering, dominant alien. His cock is so hard – throbbing and pressing me open. I can feel the slick pre-cum that's spurting into me with each thrust; letting his shaft sink deeper and deeper.
"You're going to bear my sons, Allie.”
Daccia’s snarl is a statement of fact – an order. It’s a reality.
In fact, when those words ring out in my mind, it’s almost like I don’t hear them, I just feel them, as if they bypassed my ears and entered my soul.
I remember that the Bond is the link between a triad of Aurelians and their one fertile mate.
I’m Bonded now – and that means I'll be forced into breeding servitude by these three warriors. Their alien species is all-male, and the Bond is so rare that their race celebrates it. They honor the Bond – almost worshipping it.
Even a criminal might have a chance at redemption in Aurelian society…
…as long as she was willing to bear a hundred sons for her three Aurelian lovers.
As long as she was willing to become a breeding slave, constantly rutted and driven to bear an ever longer line of the warrior race.
But that’s not the future I had in mind…
Thankfully, I know how unlikely it is that the Bond will cause me to fall pregnant the first time I’m mated. I know it took Queen Jasmine months before the Bond grew strong enough for her to sire children with her three lovers...
…or maybe that’s just what I’m telling myself. Maybe I’m lying to myself again, so I don’t have an excuse to tell Daccia to stop fucking me.
Not that he would – even if I begged. The mating frenzy is fully taking control of him, and his aura is losing all remnants of rationality as Daccia is reduced to a beast. The slaps of flesh on flesh fill the room, and yet he’s still not inside me fully.
Daccia's aura is overpowering my mind. His aura is a dominant, powerful presence inside of me, and I can feel how much pleasure he’s getting from claiming me as his own. I know that I'm the cause of all this lust, and a twisted form of pride fills me.
But there's also something else. There's something deeper – like I'm finally fulfilling my destiny.
I know I should be writhing, screaming, trying desperately to get away from my Bonded mate...
…but it's too late. I’m linked to him now – part of this warrior forever. There’s no going back. Just like a virgin can never reclaim her innocence once it’s taken from her, I can never remove Daccia from my mind.
My soul.
I should be thinking of how to escape…
…but right now, I can't think of anything other than the pleasure of being fucked and filled.
I look up, into the mirror, my eyes wide. I gasp as I see Hadrian and Kitos slowly stroking their own massive dicks. Hadrian’s cock is thick, I’m afraid it would stretch me open impossibly wide.
Afraid – but also eager.
Kitos has a huge vein along the impossible length of his cock – one that throbs with the beat of his heart. I ache to take his member in my mouth – to feel it throb and pulse against
