Still buried inside of me, Iunia pulls me away from the other two men – dropping me back down onto the bed and finally pulling himself from me. Despite having emptied himself into my clenching pussy, Iunia’s still almost fully hard.
I’m feeling flooded with his heat and wetness, but Iunia’s seed has no chance to leak out of me – not as Captain Aelon mounts me and presses his own cock against my freshly-fucked hole.
For less than a heartbeat, I pause…
I could refuse him. I could push him away.
…yet despite my problems with Aelon, I can’t deny this. There’s nothing I want more than to feel the cocky bastard inside of me. His slate-grey eyes are starving for me. I want to see them change color as Iunia’s did. I want to mark him with the Bond. I want him to be forever different because of me.
I want to see myself imprinted in his eyes.
Aelon’s cock is pulsating. It’s long and curved, bent slightly upwards and dripping that copious pre-cum with each throb. I know he can’t wait a second longer.
Aelon grabs my hips and, with a roar, he drives his huge cock deep inside of me.
His hands clench almost painfully around my hips as he claims me. I’m already filled with the seed of one Aurelian, but Aelon doesn’t care. He needs to seed me himself – to compete with his battle brother. He wants to make me his forever.
And as Aelon buries himself inside of me, his aura suddenly blooms in my mind. His consciousness enters my mind as deeply as his cock enters my body.
Now linked at the hip, Aelon kisses me – still hungry for me even as his hips roll with the practiced movement of mating. His thick, curved cock rubs against my g-spot with every thrust. He hasn’t lost himself yet – not plunged into the abyss of the mating frenzy – but he still fucks me with hard, long thrusts that are followed by two quick, shorter ones; a rhythm designed to drive me crazy.
His aura coalesces in my mind. It is an object of pure violence, hatred, and pain. I can feel the utter anguish that floods from his core. Aelon might present himself as cocky and refined, but I sense his truth now – that he’s a man of pure violence. I can feel the raw, new wound of executing three trusted men – gouged across his consciousness the same way Iunia’s battle with the Scorp left him wearing a new and painful wound across his shoulder.
I’m swimming in Aelon’s mind, and finally I know him. I know how those men were trusted and respected – how Kit, Gaul and Anton had saved Aelon’s life a dozen times over; and yet he killed them without hesitation for betraying their integrity.
Greater than that pain, though, is Aelon’s constant rage against the Toad species – or anyone else who hurts innocents. I finally understand him. I finally get why he’ll never relax – not until he’s rid the universe of the Toad menace.
I realize for all his cockiness and arrogance – for his ruthless command of his men – he will never be truly whole again.
His aura is fractured and fragmented – shards of his being forming in my mind like pieces of a broken mirror.
Dwarfing all that rage and anger is Aelon’s need. He hates that he wants me so badly. He hates that I make him lose control – that his desire for me has put his leadership in jeopardy. Aelon isn’t used to anyone affecting him this deeply – and yet he needs me, and there’s nothing he can do about it.
His thrusts loose their preciseness as the mating frenzy overwhelms Aelon. His lips draw back into a snarl, revealing his sharp, white teeth. His nostrils flare as he gasps for air. Every muscle in Aelon’s body is now flexed. I can see his veins pulsating as his heart pumps him full of eager, yearning life blood.
I glance down at the lines of our body – molded together as he crushes me beneath him. Aelon’s ivory white skin is such a gorgeous contrast to my own.
He drives his cock into me like a mad beast. Each painful thrust makes me gasp out with that dark mixture of pain and pleasure. It’s a sensation I’m coming to crave – it makes me understand Sawoot’s friend, who said that her time in the Aurelian harem ruined human men for her. I certainly feel the same way – I might as well have been a virgin for all my prior sexual experiences had prepared me for.
As Aelon fucks me, I wonder if he feels my own aura in my mind. Does he feel how scared I am that I’m getting addicted to this rough mating?
“You are mine for eternity.”
His voice booms in my mind, crushing my own thoughts.
I don’t hear the words – I feel them. He can telepath thoughts to me – thoughts that start at the base of my spine and resonate throughout my body until they finally travel up to my brain.
Over and over, Aelon slams his huge dick into me – as if he’s trying to punish me with every inch of his throbbing member. The Bond turns the punishing pain into the deepest pleasure. I want him to lose control. I don’t want him to be able to think of anything but his need to cum inside me.
And then I sense it. He can feel my need through our Bond. Aelon and I? We’re fire and tinder. We’re pure gasoline and an igniting spark. He thrusts harder and harder, slamming his dick deeper and deeper into me as if he wants to split me in half. As he fucks me, Aelon’s right hand finds my throat and his fingers curl around my windpipe. His hand is so big that it effortlessly
