God dammit! I squirm in his lap, feeling my stomach churn as Aelon’s fingers knead and massage my cheeks.
As Aelon massages me, his fingers trail closer and closer towards my wetness. I shiver, trying to absorb the fact that I’m draped over the lap of a sexually dominant, powerful alien who just punished me to the brink of arousal and tears in front of a baying, jeering crowd…
…but I don’t tell him to stop.
I do turn my head – and find myself staring at Vinicus and Iunia as they sit across from us. The touch of Aelon’s firm fingers is made all the more distracting because he’s touching and teasing me in front of his two battle-brothers – who resemble two twin-like beasts, staring at me with unabashed hunger in their slate-grey eyes.
It’s definitely hunger I see – but not for food. No, the three dominant aliens are famished for my body. It makes me shiver to feel the heat of their desire – and makes me feel closer and closer to abandoning my resistance to this increasingly heated situation.
As I watch myself being watched, Aelon’s huge finger gently traces a path between my thighs. I gasp, my body trembling in response to that thick finger nuzzling closer and closer to the quivering, glistening lips of my pussy.
I shift in Aelon’s lap, so his hands are forced back to massaging my ass cheeks. Aelon complies without complaint or comment – as if he’d never intended to get so close to touching and teasing the dripping heat of me…
But we both know better.
And the worst thing? I want him.
I suddenly realize that I want the cocky, arrogant, insatiably sexy captain to touch me. I crave it – like I crave oxygen, or water…
…but I’m not ready for this yet.
I still resent Captain Aelon. I’m still furious at him for imprisoning me, for robbing me of the cargo I’d rightfully stolen, and for humiliating me in front of both his crew and my own.
It feels like my desires are betraying me – that with a rational head on my shoulders, I’d never allow myself to feel like this – to want this.
How could I let myself be attracted to such a swaggering, arrogant asshole?
And yet Aelon continues rubbing the lotion into my ass cheeks – the cool liquid soothing the burning heat even as it inflames my desire.
When his fingers tease my thighs again, I can’t hold back my moan.
It’s so much harder to hold back the sound of pleasure than it was to hold back my whimpers of pain, back when the Aurelians were spanking me in the mess hall.
Aelon touches me and I gasp out – and that’s all he needs. The moment I show my weakness, Aelon suddenly pulls me up – shifting me so I’m straddling his powerful thighs; astride him like one might ride a horse.
I find myself eye to slate-grey eye with the huge, powerful alien commander. His eyes might resemble cold stone, but they burn with a heat that matches my burning need.
Then, the Captain kisses me.
Oh, Gods. Aelon’s mouth is testing mine, finding no resistance as I kiss him desperately back. The hunger inside me is real – burning and intense. It’s like his whole body is begging for mine, and mine is begging to give itself to him. I sense that he’s as torn as I am. As captains, we’re both used to being in complete control – but just as I can’t stop my trembling, burning desire, I can sense Aelon’s aroused body taking control over what remains of his rational mind.
He tightens his arms around me and kisses me again. I moan hotly. The passion in Aelon’s embrace takes me by surprise. I melt against his body as he pulls me tighter against his powerful physique.
I hate him…
…but I want him.
I can’t deny being completely, overwhelmingly attracted to Captain Aelon.
Vinicus and Iunia are watching from behind – two hulking, horny beasts of violence who could each tear off my clothes and hold me down while Captain Aelon takes his pleasure with me – and then lets the other two do the same.
Oh, fuck – just the thought of that makes my pussy flood with wetness.
Imagine the three aliens taking their turns with me – having their way whether I ask for it or not, knowing that my body will beg for it even if my mind tries futilely to resist. It’s undeniable how much I want this, even though it’s the antithesis of everything I should want.
Part of me aches for the aliens to lose control that way. Part of me prays for them to succumb to the mating frenzy and just ravish me with every ounce of their passion – not holding anything back. That way, I’d get what I so desperately crave without the humiliation of actually begging for it.
Aelon slides his hands under my t-shirt, running his fingers up my body. His hands are so huge that when he grabs my tits they’re perfect handfuls for him – as if my body was designed for his hands to squeeze and tease them.
Then, his huge fingers find my nipples – and from that point, I’m lost.
Aelon pinches and teases my swollen, aching nipples as his tongue invades my mouth – sending twin pulses of desire jolting through my body.
Oh, Gods!
What will it feel like for all three of them to claim me at once? I know that’s what’s going to happen – and not only have I accepted that inevitability, but I’m now craving it.
I remember the firmness of Vinicus’s cock – prodding me in the belly as he spanked me. I visualize the sight of Aelon’s huge cock, clearly defined as it strained to burst from his pants. Gods - even one of those huge cocks would be too big for me to handle. Even one of these towering, terrifying warriors would be too passionate to make love to – too powerful.
And yet I crave it
