I gasp as the Aurelian claps a handcuff around my wrist – and then secures the other end of the cuffs to the bedpost. In doing so, the towering Aurelian has to press his body against mine – and, as he does so, I feel that hard, steel rod straining against in his pants.
It’s too big to be real.
Then, the cuffs secured, the Aurelian pulls away.
For a second, he stands looming over me – cock straining his pants, and his breathing harsh and ragged. It looks like he’s balanced on a knife-edge, and I have no idea which side he’ll fall to…
…and then, he walks out – slamming the door behind him.
Somehow, the Aurelian fought off the mating rage.
Why?
I have no idea.
He’d already forsaken the laws of his Empire by kidnapping me. Why didn’t he just take me, as well – the way Rogue Aurelians do, with the defense that they’re merely upholding the Old Ways.
The leader of the Aurelians could have – and yet despite his obvious arousal, he still fought back his nearly overwhelming need for me.
I’m panting. I rub my wrist. The handcuff is tight, but not painful. It’s affixed firmly against the solid wood bedpost, though. I won’t be able to break the window – or even retreat much further than I’m sitting now.
I bite my lip.
I should be focusing on my captivity – how I’m about to be used as a bargaining chip against my poor father.
But, instead, I can’t stop imagining it.
What would it have been like if that huge, rock-hard, lust-fueled Aurealian beast had lost control?
How helpless would I have felt as he ripped my dress from me? As he forced me against the bed?
Would he have groaned when his fingers found my treacherous wetness? Showing him that I secretly ached to be taken hard and fast, just like he ached to take me? That I secretly craved to be conquered by him?
I’m so ashamed. My nipples are aching points, and I squirm in bed, fighting off the desires building up in my body and leaving me trembling.
Is this Stockholm syndrome? So soon? I’ve barely been a prisoner of these Aurelians for an hour.
I wish I could find another logical reason for what I’m feeling – but I can’t. After years of being sheltered and protected, my body is aching to break free – to be broken free.
Whatever is the cause of these overwhelming desires, I can’t contain them. I can’t stop the deep, dark part of me that craves the leader of that Aurelian triad.
It’s the way he has total control over me. That’s such an intoxicating drug – and one I never knew I wanted. I never knew I craved submission like this – and now, at my most vulnerable, it’s bubbling up inside of me.
Even worse, it’s not just the leader of the Aurelians who has this effect on me. I might barely have seen them up close – for just seconds, cowering at the bottom of the stairs – but I’m overwhelmingly attracted to all three of them.
Each of the three Aurelians has his own rough, primal appeal. A little whimper escapes my mouth as I imagine how it would feel to have not just the leader of the Aurelians claim me – but all three of them at once.
Can you even imagine? All three of those huge, hard alien men losing control to the mating frenzy and taking me, hard and fast.
Gods, I’d feel so helpless with just one of the massive alien warriors claiming me. All three? That would be so intense, I surely would lose my mind.
I’m so ashamed of myself – but that shame at being so aroused by my captors makes the desire even more intense. I try to force myself to clear my mind. It’s not easy – but I take slow, deep breaths until my quivering desire quells to more manageable levels.
I need to keep rational.
I should be terrified for my life right now, but I’m not. I’ve been trained a hundred times on how to deal with a kidnapping – but this is clearly different.
This isn’t one of the typical kidnappings on Marn – a technically illegal, but generally tolerated kidnapping as practiced by the high houses and corporations of this independent world. In Marn, kidnapping is a negotiating tactic – or even a way to open negotiations.
These Aurelians, though? They’re clearly playing for keeps.
There’s a painful irony to the fact that I’ve spent months jumping at shadows – a prisoner in a house that was filled with constant tension. There’s actually a strange, cathartic release now that it’s finally happened – the worst-case scenario.
All that waiting, all that wondering, and it’s finally come to a head.
I’m scared – but at the same time, it’s strangely exhilarating to be outside the walls of my home for the first time in so long. Now that I know Gerard is alive, I feel a strange sense of adventure. My adrenaline has never pumped so hard through my veins.
“The Aurelians have morals,” I whisper to myself, feeling my logical brain coming back online. If they didn’t, Gerard would be dead, and that Aurelian would have claimed me the moment he had me alone.
Morals. That’s a good first step to getting out of here.
They have morals, I repeat to myself. They didn’t rape me. They didn’t kill anyone to get me. How can I use this information?
The Aurelian Empire hunts down criminals ruthlessly – especially those of their own species. The Empire has what they call the ‘Kill List’ –where the worst of the world are placed for the Aurelian Enforcement to hunt down.
If these three alien warriors went around kidnapping and raping women, they’d be on the Kill List.
Unless they never got caught.
I think over it, concentrating deeply.
