I’m already being filled by their leader – filled in a way no human woman was designed to be filled – and yet, somehow, I’ll still feel empty until all three Aurelians are claiming me at the same time.
And they want to. They want me badly – and the only thing stopping them from taking me right now is their leader, who is already deep inside of me. The moment he's finished, I know the next warrior will take his place.
Gods – I've never felt so desired.
Daccia’s aura pulses in my mind. A flood of images flow through me. I suddenly see myself with my belly swollen by an Aurelian child – my breasts huge and filled with milk for the alien babe.
I know a Bonded pregnancy is different than a regular one. Bonded pregnancy changes you – both mentally and physically. Your body changes in the ways it needs to – so that a human female is capable of bearing such huge, powerful sons.
Gods… I mean, I’d always said I wanted a big family – but I never thought I’d get the chance, not as a criminal constantly on the run.
But now, the Bond is drawing up every desire I’ve ever had to eventually become a mother. It’s drawing up those desires, and enhancing them to the point at which being seeded by these alien warriors is all I crave.
I can feel my body submitting to Daccia in ways I didn’t think were possible. I want so badly for him to release himself inside of me. I ache to feel the spurts of his hot cum as he breeds me.
Moans echo through the room. They sound almost as if they’re coming from another person – but I know it’s actually my own twisted voice. It turns me on wildly to know that Daccia has turned me into his whimpering little slut.
I try to press back against his huge dick, but the steel restrains keep me immobile. I can barely move an inch. Daccia feels my eagerness, and my cheeks burn red with shame. I realize he doesn’t just sense the eagerness from my body – but now, also from my mind. Daccia must be able to sense my emotions, just as I can sense his.
He knows that he's turned me into his dirty little whore – and he knows how much I love it.
I can feel how deeply Daccia enjoys turning me into his personal toy. It’s his greatest pleasure, broadcast clearly through the Bond – from his mid to mine. His aura mirrors my own, and then becomes more dominant and possessive as I surrender to his rough mating.
Daccia’s cock suddenly hardens even more, if that is even possible. It begins pulsing and throbbing inside of me. Each throb of Daccia’s heartbeat, felt through the thick girth of his dick, sends a new wave of stretching half-pain and half-pleasure throughout my body.
Daccia is ruining me for any other human male. I know I’ll never again be satisfied by anything but the powerful mating of this triad. Daccia feels me trying to press back against him. He looks into my mind, and he sees how deeply I ache for him to just let go…
…to seed me. To claim me.
Daccia grips my hips so hard that I think I'll have the marks of his hands and fingers imprinted on my flesh for the next two days. Then he impales me with his cock. The whimper that emerges from my mouth doesn't even sound human anymore, as tears of twisted pleasure stream down my face.
I can’t even think any more – I can only be in this perfect moment. I exist only in this moment, in which every worry and stress I’ve ever had melts away. Daccia’s huge dick has turned me into a mindless slut for his use...
…and I love it.
Daccia pulls his dick almost completely out of me – until only the tip of his cock is still pressing against my slit. Then, he suddenly forces every inch of that thick, rock-hard shaft back inside me – in one slow, steady, all-powerful thrust.
My jaw hangs completely open, my mouth gaping as Daccia invades me. His huge, heavy balls bounce against my mons, and I finally know that he’s claimed me entirely – he’s buried in my pussy right to the hilt of his huge shaft.
Suddenly, all I can think about is the hot, boiling cum in those heavy balls – cum that aches to be released deep inside my tight little cunt.
“Oh, Gods! Yes!” I’m barely able to form coherent thoughts – and even more shocked that I can still vocalize even those single syllables.
My body is now limp against the steel restraints that present me like a prize to the three alien warriors. As Daccia fucks me, the Bond digs ever deeper into my mind. It pulls up all the old, submissive urges I’ve tried to deny – and now I have to just… let go.
I’ve ached for this surrender for years. Now, all I want is to let this dominant triad of aliens take me.
Daccia’s aura flares hotly inside my mind. I know what he’s feeling. This isn’t like bedding a human man. It’s not even like the experiences I’d had in that first Aurelian harem – where I still didn’t know if the triad of Elites had any genuine care for me, or if the three aliens were simply using me for sexual release.
But Daccia feels like he owns me. This isn’t the possession of a piece of art, or a fast spaceship. This is a possession that will never be relinquished. Daccia’s hands grip my hips firmly, and through our Bond I know he’ll spend his entire life fighting to claim me.
And the most incredible thing? In this moment?
I feel like his property.
There's an animal hunger that’s eating Daccia up, and part of me wants him to succumb to it – for him to take me like his bitch. The other half of me
