I’m being owned from both sides. The Aurelians have turned me into their little toy. All of my holes belong to these three, dominant, gorgeous aliens. My body is going limp, but I’m held up by Vinicus’s hard grip on my hair and Iunia’s hands as he gropes my swinging breasts.
Each thrust of Vinicus’s cock from behind me makes my body bounce forward – and I can feel his hard, muscled body slamming against my ass.
Vinicus suddenly spanks me – hard.
I’d moan out in pain, but my mouth is too full of Iunia’s straining cock – so only a garbled, muffled gasp leaves my lips. Iunia’s cock is so slick with pre-cum that he can force it down my throat – further than I thought possible. I’m practically gagging – barely able to breathe through my nose as Iunia throat-fucks me.
It’s humiliating…
…and I love it.
I remember how helpless I’d felt when Vinicus spanked me in front of that crowd. I remember how powerless I’d been. That surrender was my first realization of what I craved, deep down in the recesses of my mind. Now, the Bond is bringing up that desire to submit – magnifying everything I didn’t know I needed. My body is so sensitive right now that I can barely hold on. I’m worried I’m going to be swept away by the deluge of pleasure washing over me.
Iunia’s aura is pulsing in my mind. He’s getting close to a second orgasm – this time, deep in my mouth. He’s fucking my throat with long thrusts, his steel-hard cock lubed up by his pre-cum and easily ignoring the resistance of my body. It hurts, but it’s a hurt that turns me on more and more, even as his balls slap against my chin.
Vinicus doesn’t take long either. He’s fully overwhelmed by the mating frenzy now, and soon I feel his cock stiffen as he slams it completely inside of me – and then freezes like a statue.
His balls are pressed right against my slit as his cock throbs deep inside me. Suddenly, he spurts powerfully, flooding me with his seed. As he does so, Iunia reaches down to pinch my nipples – forcing every inch of his cock deeper into my throat until he cums too, right into my stomach.
I climax so hard I black out. I can’t see anything but stars overwhelming my vision. My mind goes completely blank as I surrender to the pleasure of the Bond.
Then, they pull out as one – both Vinicus and Iunia. I collapse to the bed. I’m left sweaty, full of alien seed, and with three new auras burning vividly inside my mind.
No one had warned me this would happen. No one had told me the Bond has more facets than just the physical benefits. I can now feel the lust these three warriors have for me.
Their possessiveness.
They think of me as theirs.
I roll onto my side on the bed, my body trembling. Iunia gently strokes my hair. His finger runs against my cheek. He’s so kind and gentle, despite his brutal appearance. He isn’t filled with the same anger and pain as his battle-brothers.
“I… I need to be alone,” I gasp out. I didn’t witness Vinicus’ eyes changing, but now I see that they did. They’ve transformed into a blue, like Aelon – but a darker, deeper blue; almost black. The color of them is primal and deep.
Part of me wants the aliens to stay. Part of me wants them to wrap me up in their arms and hold me tightly as I fall asleep.
But Sawoot told me to never fall in love with an Aurelian. I have to get back control of my mind and senses.
Fortunately, there’s no argument from my sated lovers. Wordlessly, all three Aurelians move away from me and step towards the doorway, walking out. As they leave the room, I can’t help but watch their powerful bodies in motion. They’re shamelessly naked – there’s little embarrassment about nudity on board this ship – and I get to see how their tight buttocks and strong backs appear cut from stone.
Then, the door hisses shut. They’ve left me alone.
The huge room is suddenly empty – empty except for me and my thoughts, which fill it entirely.
I’m physically alone – but now my mind will never be completely solitary again. I have their auras, ever-present in my consciousness.
I flop back onto the bed. I can’t believe what I’ve just done.
I wanted to know if they were Bonded to me. I was curious, and I was greedy. I wanted thousands of years of life – and the universe had conspired to give it to me…
…but now, I realize that the Bond is more serious than I’d thought.
Out in the darkness of space? When you’re not being chased down by people who want to kill you? When you’re not in the middle of a life or death maneuver? At least then, you have time to think.
But when you think – out there in the cold loneliness of space – you realize just how empty everything feels. Even with my crew around me on board the Wayward Scythe, there were times when I couldn’t sleep just because of the empty, existential void of it all. In space, night and day merged into each other and blended into the meaningless stretches of time between jobs.
Now, I’ll never be alone again.
I’ll always be able to feel the arrogance of Aelon, the primal beastliness of Vinicus, and the haughty aloofness of Iunia. Their nature only dissipates when they fuck me. Between those encounters, they’ll be imprinted in my consciousness forever. There’s no going back.
And yet…
…I can feel them, but only vaguely. I couldn’t tell you if they were in the mess hall
