Beneath me, I feel Aelon’s cock throbbing through the material of his pants. Those pants are all that separate my quivering, eager pussy from his massive rod – that swollen shaft hungry to sink inside me and split me apart. I have no idea how women in Aurelian harems can handle the massive members of these beasts – but I can’t resist the urge to find out. Captain Aelon is just so fucking in control.
Then, it happens.
I gasp out in pleasure, as a second Aurelian leans down from behind me, running his hands through my hair. He kisses gently on my earlobe – his harsh, hot breath flushing my skin.
I shudder, and stop resisting entirely. I completely stop denying myself what I need. I know I ache to be taken hard by these three enormous, alien warriors…
…and then, suddenly there’s a harsh knock at the door.
Right at that second, I’d think anything short of a supernova couldn’t break the intensity of this moment – but that pounding on the door continues – insistent and demanding attention.
“Captain Aelon! Captain!”
The frantic pounding is joined by a desperate yell through the door. I break off the kiss, turning to look behind me. With a snarl, Aelon sinks back in the couch – his eyes rolling back in need, and his nostrils flaring with frustration.
“Aelon! The door!”
I yell the words in his face, and the captain shakes his head, his eyes finding focus again. I realize all the rumors about the mating frenzy were true – for a moment there, lost in arousal, it was as if Aelon was in another world.
But he’s back now – and he moves with lightning speed. In a second, Aelon is up, and I’m cast aside as he clambers from the couch and crosses the length of the room.
His huge fist slams the button to open the door. An Aurelian soldier is standing on the other side, panting from sprinting to the captain’s quarters.
“You weren’t answering your comms, sir!”
“I shut it off,” Aelon growls, panting with his frustrated arousal. “In the name of the Gods, this had better be important.”
The Aurelian nods.
“Sir – Kit’s triad attempted to rape the other female prisoner!”
The other female prisoner – Sawoot!
Instantly, my arousal vanishes – my heated desire turning to ice-cold focus.
I stand from the couch, legs still wobbly. I’m still naked except for my t-shirt, and I look around the floor for my discarded pants.
Up at the doorway, the soldier is filling in his captain.
“We stopped them, sir. They’re caught and subdued, waiting for your judgement.”
It’s crazy how my arousal disappears as quickly as it was ignited – snuffed out like a candle. An even more fiery emotion replaces it. Utter, consuming rage.
Still clutching my pants in one hand, I race across the room – ignoring the pain in my backside as I rush forward and slam my fists into Aelon’s huge back again and again.
“You idiot! You reckless bastard!”
I hammer at Aelon with all the rage I can muster – but I might as well be pummeling a brick wall for all the good it does. The towering Aurelian is like a statue, totally unmoved by my furious blows.
Still, I continue - raging:
“How could you think it was a smart idea to spank me in front of a crew of men who haven’t seen a woman in…”
Aelon whips around and slams me against the wall – his hand only coming up at the last second to rest behind my head so I don’t smash my brains out on the hard metal.
Aelon pins me against the wall, and his right hand closes around my throat. He holds me there, forcing me to meet his eyes.
Then, as suddenly as he snapped, he lets go.
I drop to the floor, clutching my throat. With one squeeze, he could have ended my life just then – and it makes me realize that beneath his cynical, cocky exterior, there’s a rage that controls him, always lurking beneath the surface.
As I gasp for breath, Aelon stalks out of the doorway, totally ignoring me. His battle-brothers follow behind, without even sparing me a glance.
I’m suddenly left in Aelon’s bedchamber, all alone.
“Fuck!”
I just hope Sawoot’s okay. The soldier said they attempted to rape her. I’m just glad somebody stopped them. Sawoot is a feisty and defiant spitfire of a woman – but even she would be powerless against three horny, sex-crazed Aurelians.
I trip over myself as I pull my pants and panties back on, the harsh material rough against my aching ass – but the pain is the least of my worries as I run after Aelon, Vinicus and Iunia as they stride down the hallway.
The three Aurelians are moving like angels of death. Aelon has his hand on the hilt of his Orb-Blade – the signature weapons of an Aurelian warrior.
All Aurelians who serve in the Aurelian Army – to which each of them owes a hundred years of service - is granted a shard of Orb with which to craft their own Orb-Weapon. The weapons themselves are worth a fortune – the rarest and most deadly hand-to-hand weapons known to existence.
At a glance, an Orb-Blade looks like nothing more than a hilt, crafted from the bone of some alien creature. The hilt has no buttons on it – nothing except for the shard of Orb, embedded in the bone – and no one knows how Aurelian warriors activate their weapons…
…but, when they do, blood is always spilled.
The moment an Orb-Weapon is activated, the blade or edge of the crafted weapon shimmers into existence – wrought in blackish-blue energy that is both solid and intangible, blacker than black yet somehow glowing. An Orb-Blade can cut through anything; and they hum and pulsate like they thirst for the blood they spill.
I’m sharply aware of Aelon’s hand on the hilt of his weapon as I follow the aliens back to the mess hall where I’d been punished. As we burst into the room, the atmosphere is far different
