Daccia plunges his dick into me again and again. Another surge of pleasure overwhelms my senses. I use all my strength to lift my head up to look at his reflection in the mirror.
Gods! His eyes.
His eyes!
I already feel changed through the Bond. I feel inwardly changed – left forever marked by Daccia’s powerful mating.
But Daccia? Suddenly, he’s physically changed. His eyes are no longer that intense, slate-grey they were before – the color common to all Aurelians.
Now, instead, they shine like diamonds. They’re hard. Reflective. The light dances off Daccia’s eyes, and yet somehow the shards of cold gemstone that they’ve become radiates something other than brutal dominance from them.
Protectiveness.
Daccia releases his grip from my hips. His huge hands gently begin to move all over my body. His thrusts slow as he enjoys the sensation of filling me with each long, unstoppable thrust. I whimper and moan as his huge fingers explore and tease my flesh, sending tingles throughout my body. Daccia is so large, and his muscled arms so long, that he can easily reach around my whole body with one hand and caress my hard, desperate nipples. It sends new waves of tingling pleasure through me.
Compared to his rough mating, Daccia’s touch is so gentle. It shocks me. He’s so possessive, it makes my surrender even more complete. This isn’t the ownership of a beast claiming its mate. This is more like the ownership of a husband claiming his wife.
As we fuck, Daccia’s right hand travels up my back. I can feel every brush of his fingertips more intensely than ever before. I realize it must be the Bond at work. Suddenly every sensation is more… potent.
Every color in the room, every sound that fills my ears – even the musk of Daccia’s scent as he takes me is crystal clear now. It’s like all these sensations have been enhanced.
I realize now they have. It’s part of the Bond. It’s altered my senses – and now, for the rest of my life, everything I feel and experience will be distilled and enhanced.
Daccia’s hand grazes the back of my neck. I’ve never felt so small and helpless before. He could wrap his whole hand around my throat and choke me if he wanted. Instead, Daccia just continues to thrust himself so fucking deep inside of me. The pleasure that storms through my body makes me feel weak – deliciously powerless as utter bliss dominates my mind.
Waves of pure bliss are building and building inside of me with each of Daccia’s powerful thrusts. He's drawn out something deep within me – something that needed to come to the surface. He’s awoken something so irrevocably me that it threatens to overwhelm my sense of identity.
Gods! How I’ve ached to be taken by a man like Daccia; but never even realized it.
I ache to be his.
My head starts to droop with the pleasure as I surrender to the overwhelming pleasure...
…but Daccia won’t allow it.
His right hand suddenly grabs my hair, yanking my head up so I’m forced to lock eyes with him in the mirror. My gaze drinks up his muscled body, with every vein pulsing with Daccia’s life blood as his heart pounds with the exertion of taking me – harder and harder.
"You're going to cum for me," Daccia growls – and his voice isn’t just a promise. It's an order.
My eyes are wet. Pain surges as the brutal Aurelian grips my hair. Yet, the Bond is somehow turning all that pain into greater and greater pleasure.
Gods! I'm so fucking close – but I just can't seem to get across that final barrier and cum.
It's the most frustrating experience I've ever experienced. In the corner of my eye, I can see the other two huge aliens standing ready to claim me – their cocks rock hard and dripping pearly pre-cum. Yet I don’t look at them. I can't break my eyes from Daccia's cold, diamonds gaze – a gaze that pierces through my soul, just as I can now see every thought in his mind.
The moans coming from my mouth grow more and more desperate. I need this release.
Daccia feels my need too. His strokes grow harder and faster, and his aura starts to change.
I realize the only thing holding back the beast inside of him were those slow, loving thrusts as he caressed my body. If he speeds up any more, he’s going to lose all semblance of control – and then claim me so selfishly I might not be able to walk for days.
Yet, my body desperately tries to accommodate his too-big girth as he fucks me faster and faster.
The pleasure is building and building inside of me. I gasp and whimper. It’s more intense than any orgasm I’ve ever experienced before – and yet it’s a torment. The pleasure is frustrating. It’s pleasure without relief.
I want to cum so badly – to the point that I can think of nothing else. Now, my greatest fear is that Daccia is going to stop fucking me before I get that release. I gasp in pure frustration as my body begs for what it can’t find.
“I… I can’t,” I manage, my words garbled between my moans.
A thread of anger suddenly burns through the Bond. Daccia doesn’t just want me to cum. He needs me to cum – more than he even needs his own release. He’s fucking me harder and harder – and yet he’s still keeping the beast that lives inside of him chained. He still doesn’t want to hurt me. He doesn’t want to make me suffer.
“Oh, Gods,” I beg. “I’m so close, Daccia. Please! Please, don’t hold back! Ahhh!”
The moment I say those words, it’s like a challenge to this brutal warrior.
A challenge I can’t take back.
His
