My nipples are now as hard and pronounced as bullets – so sensitive that they actually hurt. Despite myself – to my deep and shameful embarrassment – they’re just begging to be pinched and pulled, and I can’t think of any other hands touching them except those enormous, marble-white fingers of the Aurelians.
I’d never thought I’d like being punished – but there’s something so filthy and deliciously wrong about being held down by this masculine warrior, who’s so much stronger and bigger than I am. There’s something undeniably exciting about being unable to squirm away from his relentless grip as he doles out those sharp, harsh spanks.
Fuck – if he doesn’t stop, Vinicus is going to go wild. I can genuinely imagine him tossing me across one of those long mess hall tables and just taking me. I’m not even wearing pants or underwear, and I’m ashamed at how wet and eager my pussy is. All he’d have to do is tear open his pants, release his straining cock, and…
Fuck, I’m going to create a wet spot across his lap if I’m not careful. I need to switch the one doling out the punishment, before either or both of us take this too far…
…or, at least, that’s the reason I give myself – because it’s too shameful to think that I suddenly ache for the cocky arrogance of Captain Aelon to punish me instead.
I use the last of my strength to force my head up and meet Aelon’s hungry eyes – gasping sharply as Vinicus lays another hard spank down across my ass.
“A-aren’t you going to take a turn?”
I put a challenging tone in my voice – as much as I can muster – and I hope that Aelon can see how close Vinicus is to losing complete control.
Thank the Gods, my strategy works. Captain Aelon suddenly snaps his fingers, and Vinicus stops his brutal spanking.
For a moment, he just sits there, gasping raggedly. I lie across his lap – panting and squirming, feeling my nipples ache and my pussy throb. My ass is on fire, and Vinicus’ huge cock is prodding relentlessly into my stomach.
With a snarl, Vinicus stands to his full height – lifting me from his lap like I’m just a doll.
The noise of the crowd suddenly hits me.
The laughter. The raucous jeers and hollers. It’s practically deafening.
But weirdly enough, I’d blocked it all out. This room had been filled with these testosterone-fueled roars and jeers the entire time I was being spanked – but while I was receiving my punishment, I’d been so dialed into the touch and breath of Vinicus as he disciplined me that all I could hear was his harsh, ragged breathing and the gunshot-like cracks of his huge palm on my red, jiggling ass cheeks.
My ass must be bright red. I know that the red outline of Vinicus’s huge palm is imprinted on me, like he’s marked his property. My whole body is on fire, but I hold my head up as high as I can – despite the tears welling up in my eyes and threatening to gush out like a spring melt.
Captain Aelon turns to the crowd – addressing them like a showman.
“The woman tests me!” Aelon announces. “She’ll regret it – I’m not as gentle as our friend Vinicus.”
Fuck.
He’s not joking. Aelon has a stern, powerful expression on his face. He’s in full control, unlike the on-the-brink Vinicus, who was seconds away from descending into the fabled mating frenzy.
I played a dangerous hand of cards. I already know enough about Aurelians to know how much they crave dominance – and while Vinicus bore the brunt of punishing me, Aelon himself was clearly not… unaffected by it.
I mean, that’s assuming that huge thing snaking down his pant leg right now – pressing towards me hungrily – isn’t a king cobra. I thought the pressure of Vinicus’s huge cock, relentlessly prodding into my belly, was too big to be believed. Aelon, if it’s even possible, seems to be packing more inside those pants of his.
I’ve heard rumors of Aurelians being well-endowed – but this isn’t even reality. I’ve had a few lovers in the past, but if the pressure of Vinicus’s cock and the outline straining Aelon’s pants is any indication, they were hung like little boys compared to these looming aliens. Their cocks must be immense.
If Captain Aelon released that beast and got it anywhere near me, I probably wouldn’t be able to walk for days...
The same goes for Vinicus. Fuck, I imagine every Aurelian in this mess hall is sporting a hard-on the size of a baseball bat; and they’re all shivering with desire to sink theirs inside me.
I thought Vinicus losing control would be dangerous. What would have happened if he had, though? Would the sight of him fucking me in the Aurelian mating frenzy snap the others into the same madness? Would Vinicus’ relentless fucking be followed by Captain Aelon taking me? And then each and every other Aurelian in this mess hall?
I shudder at the thought.
Then, adding to my trembling anxiety, Captain Aelon steps forward, looming over me.
I grit my teeth, summoning my anger – but he speaks before I get the chance to.
“I can taste your need,” he snarls at me, low enough that only I can hear it. “Shall we end the charade now, Tasha? Shall I bend you over this chair and just give you what you need?”
I moan hotly in need – and then snarl in frustration and anger.
Captain Aelon catches my wrist as I launch a slap at him – his fingers clamping around my hand a foot away from his infuriatingly handsome face.
He doesn’t punish me for that attempt. In fact, it’s almost like I never defied him
