Aelon doesn’t choke me, though. He just keeps his hand tightly around my throat – as if reminding me that he could squeeze. I know it would take just a fraction of his strength to choke me – but that’s what’s so addictive. My complete surrender to him is like a drug. There’s nothing like being crushed down against a bed by 500 pounds of monstrous, magnificent alien warrior as he shows me he can do whatever he wants to me, again and again.
I finally let myself go.
I finally stop fighting it.
I let my mind succumb to Aelon’s dominance. I let my thoughts melt away as he leans back, fucking me with harder and harder thrusts that secure his power inside my consciousness.
His right hand holds my throat while his left hand finds my nipple. He pulls hard, squeezing between thumb and forefinger. I grab his arm as the sharp pain mixes with intense pleasure – twitching and squirming as he pulls and twists, squeezing my nipple at the exact moment that he thrusts fully inside of me for the first time. His arm is as unyielding as the branch of a tree – solid and strong as he claims ownership of me as he’s craved doing ever since we met.
“You will bear my sons.”
His voice is half-order, half-statement – deep and clear inside my mind. I’m hypnotized by his presence in my consciousness. A second, more powerful orgasm has begun building inside me – like clouds forming into a hurricane. After the first climax melted away my mind, I know I won’t be able to stand the ecstasy of an even stronger release; and yet I crave it.
My eyes are fixed on Aelon, but I can see the other Aurelians behind him. Iunia is a sweaty statue, stock still as he watches his leader ravishing me. His cock is rock hard again, dripping pre-cum.
Vinicus is taut and ready, his dick standing straight out towards me as he waits for his turn to claim me. They have a hierarchy, apparently – and he’s simply watching as I’m taken hard by the leader of their triad.
They are obsessed with me – all three of them. Aurelians spend their entire lives wishing desperately to find their Fated Mate – knowing that all but the luckiest of their kind will ever do so.
Now, they’ve joined those ranks. Now, they have me. I can feel their awe channeling through the auras of our Bond. The hate and pain in Aelon’s aura is overwhelmed by a mixture of pure need and… adoration.
He’s possessive.
Aelon stares down at me as if he owns me. I run my hands over his perfect abs, feeling his hard muscles against my own as I lay back and let him do whatever he wants to me.
I was greedy for the Bond.
I was greedy for thousands of years of life – but I can see now that the Bond is so much more. I’m connected to two of the Aurelians, and soon I’ll be linked to the third. Iunia has regained his individuality, but his aloofness is less cold as I feel that link to him burning inside my mind.
Beneath Aelon’s desire is his pain – his anger, and the stress of command. I know myself that leading just six crewmembers is difficult. Leading over a hundred of these machismo-fueled, testosterone-filled aliens – who desire nothing more than to fight and fuck with every bone in their body – is a monumental task. For a moment, it fills me with satisfaction to know I can take Aelon’s stress away. In our coupling, I can soothe his pain.
“Take me,” I gasp out, my words barely audible between our moans of pleasure.
Aelon fucks me like he’s in command of my body, ruling over me as he takes me hard and deep. He’s rough – and he channels his aggression, his rage, and his pain into claiming me harder and faster with each thrust. Each movement of his hips drives me to bounce against the bed. I can’t escape him – not that I’d want to. He’s too fucking big. His massive, muscled body presses against me as he forces his cock deeper and deeper inside of me with each violent thrust.
Pleasure and pain. Ecstasy and agony. Both sensations are so different – yet they’re likewise the same as they’re amplified through the Bond; mixing and growing in my mind as Aelon claims my body for his toy.
I can’t hold back. I’m right on the edge of my next orgasm. My body is so close – and yet unable to cum.
Aelon leans in closer, his mouth a grimace of pleasure from the exertion of mating.
“You’re my bitch,” he growls, his voice deep and strong. He’s been reduced to an animal claiming his mate. “Say it,” Aelon orders, growling deep in his chest and squeezing my throat ever so slightly.
“I’m… I’m your bitch,” I gasp out. To hear the dirty words come from my own mouth sends me over the precipice. The hurricane of my orgasm pulls me into a thousand pieces as pleasure floods my body. I’m utterly under Aelon’s control as he ravishes me deeply. His heavy musk invades my nostrils as his body invades mine.
He smells right. He’s what I need, even as I’ve lived so much of my life needing no one.
All my life, I’d thought I wanted control.
I thought I needed respect.
Now, I’m getting what I never even knew I needed – what I never even knew I lacked as I piloted through the emptiness of space.
Surrender.
All of my problems disappear in the ecstasy of submission. Even that life or death escape plan for tomorrow gets smaller and smaller in my mind. I can be a woman like this – nothing less, nothing more, and nothing better. I can allow Aelon to be the man and just let him own me.
Aelon’s breathing descends into growling and snarling. I know he can feel me climaxing hard.
