I understand now how the Bond exists to propagate the Aurelian species. It rewards me for taking his seed deep inside of me.
Aelon’s eyes suddenly change. They glow, flashing from slate-grey to blue – like a fresh, clean pool of water. His eyes look so deep and inviting – but I know the truth. There are sharks lurking beneath the surface, and demons swimming in the depths that will never leave his mind. Aelon is violence. He scares me, even as he turns me on. His instincts are to conquer and to mate.
His right hand squeezes. My scream is cut off, my vision blurring as if I’m doing a high g-force maneuver. Aelon squeezes my throat and fucks me so hard I nearly black out…
…and then his aura focuses. It grows insistent. I merely want him to seed me. He needs it. Hundreds of years of longing for his Fated Mate culminates into a violent crescendo as Captain Aelon explodes deep inside of me. His cum streams into me; flooding and filling me.
He’s a monster made for fighting, fucking, and leading – and all his tension of those responsibilities is released as he seeds me. His thrusts grow faster and faster, until every last drop of his load is spurted deep inside of me. Only then does he finally let go of my throat. I gasp desperately for air.
I’m lost.
My mind is a mess – melted by the fires of his dominance. My body shakes and trembles.
It’s not over, though. This is only the beginning. Aelon pulls out of me. His cum drips from me, and my pussy instinctively tightens, holding onto as much of his seed as is possible inside me.
Vinicus is the most brutal of the three men. The tattoos of his full sleeve give him an exotic look – the black ink of the scorpions running up his arm serving as such a stark contrast against his pure, ivory skin.
As I lay on the bed – filled with the seed of those gorgeous warriors, I thought I couldn’t be nervous again – and yet, there it is. Vinicus makes me anxious even as he makes me feel safe – knowing that he’s on my side, but fearing for those for whom he isn’t. It’s a hypocrisy inside my mind, but part of all of this madness requires such dissonance.
Aelon clambers off me, and Vinicus steps forward, moving his bulk onto the bed and grabbing me. He flips me onto all fours – and I’m as light and malleable as a rag doll to him.
Before I can react, Vinicus has grabbed my hair at the root – pulling it back and forcing me to arch my chest outward. Like that – like a rutting bitch in heat – I let him thrust his cock inside me.
“Oh, Gods,” I moan out. This new position lets him reach deep inside me – hitting somewhere even his battle-brothers didn’t touch. He’s so deep as he fucks me, slamming his dick into me while pulling on my hair – bending my spine into an arch and forcing every inch of his thick manhood deeper and deeper.
Vinicus enters my body – and then he enters my mind. His aura coalesces, and suddenly I know how right I was to be scared of him.
His aura takes form – and it’s a form resonating with anger. Vinicus is primal, brutal, and fierce. His aura is baser than Captain Aelon’s – like a trained wolf that can be sicced on an enemy.
I was right to be scared of him – but also right to feel protected by him – to the exact same degree. Vinicus is possessive, protective, and careful – and I know he’d kill anything or anyone that burst through the doors of this room and tried to take me from him.
He’d die for me – but he wants to live for me instead.
Vinicus thrusts his cock into me with deep, hard thrusts. He pulls back on my hair and spanks my ass. I’m still sore from the harsh punishment I received earlier, but he doesn’t care. He can’t hold back his dominant nature. Every time I moan in pleasure and pain, his aura intensifies inside my mind.
My pleasure is turning him on more and more – and the harder and rougher he is with me, the more I like it. The Bond is magnifying every submissive urge that I didn’t even know I had. I don’t want to fight it. I just want to enjoy this moment.
Everything has become so intense.
Colors. Smells. Sensations. My mind is being assaulted by a wall of stimulus as Vinicus pounds me hard and fast. Everything is clearer. Even my vision is enhanced – as if every sense is working on overtime.
Iunia is slowly stroking his cock. The alien has more stamina than any human man. It’s been only minutes since he seeded me… although it feels like hours.
I can’t tell anymore. Time is losing all meaning for me as reality becomes crisp and real inside my newly enhanced awareness of the universe. It’s like I’m seeing even mundane objects for the first time.
Iunia mounts the bed in front of me while Vinicus thrusts into me from behind. The huge bed creaks beneath the weight of two of the aliens. Using his grip on my hair, Vinicus jerks my head to face Iunia, and I find myself staring at his cock – hard and hungry, right in front of me. My mouth opens instinctively. I’m practically drooling for him.
Iunia slides the head of his cock into my mouth as Vinicus pulls harder on my hair, forcing my head up to meet his battle-brother’s hard shaft. Iunia’s cock is so big that it stretches
