These three are barely holding back.
They want me.
Brennan promised to keep me safe – but not from himself.
I know I’m utterly inexperienced in these things – that my only erotic adventures have been undertaken within the pages of the books I devour – but I can tell these three ache for me.
It’s an ache powerful enough that the three of them risked breaking the laws of their own Empire to take me. Something tells me that if I were a son, and not a daughter, they wouldn’t have risked such a brazen kidnapping attempt.
Their motivations are far from “just business.”
And, once again, on an environment such as Marn – that’s dangerous.
These three Aurelians might be fearless, brutal warriors - but they’re rank amateurs when it comes to playing the ancient game of “business” on Marn.
My father has lived in this society for decades – he understands it. He respects it.
Now the carefully ordered protocol for such things has been violated, he’ll send armed men after me – and people will die. My father will hire men to hunt down the Aurelians, and they’ll find them. All that inhuman speed and strength – those terrifying Orb-Weapons – will be useless against heavily armed gunmen.
The beautiful, marble-hewn bodies of the three Aurelians will be split open by a hail of gunfire. All their big, beautiful muscles will be helpless to stop high-velocity lead slugs from ripping through them.
I need to get away before that fight happens.
But I have no way to escape right now. We’re in a shuttle, as opposed to the Reaver the Aurelians kidnapped me in. The ship’s engines roar as we lift off – rattling, and loud, and so uncivilized in comparison to the Aurelian’s sleek, Orb-powered vessel.
Them using this alternative mode of transports worries me. Switching locations is an equally bad sign. The corporations of Marn have a system when it comes to kidnapping, and it’s to avoid sloppiness like this. Sloppiness gets people killed.
In a civilized Marn kidnapping, the victim is taken to a safehouse – one built like a prison, impenetrable and hidden. There, the victim is held safe and secure until a deal is made. It’s as much to protect them as the kidnappers themselves.
Such strategies are a game of cat and mouse here on Marn. Kidnappers use non-lethal weapons and social engineering to catch a victim – they don’t burst through the window, like the Aurelians did!
The violent, unpredictable actions of the warrior triad have changed the way the game is played. My father isn’t merely in a business negotiation anymore – he’s trying to protect me.
Parents protecting their offspring play with the gloves off. They shoot to kill, and those that die in the process should have known the stakes of the game before they began playing it.
I have a feeling I’m not being taken to a luxurious, hidden safehouse. I have a feeling it’s impossible to predict what will happen next.
I’m kidnapped, blindfolded, and handcuffed – with a gag hanging around my neck, and being taken Gods-know-where in an unmarked spacecraft. I’m surrounded by three huge, hulking alien warriors, who are clearly and desperately aching to take me.
At any second they could snap. I know that even now – as they surround me in this cramped shuttle – the three of them are each thinking of ripping my thin dress from me and fucking me – right here in the shuttle, and hard enough to lose themselves to their animal instincts as they claim me.
I’ve read about this fabled mating frenzy of their species – the one each of these three warriors seems on the brink of descending into. When the frenzy hits, Aurelians lose every shred of their sanity – rutting a woman like an animal.
I know they want me – I saw the size of the leader’s massive cock pressing against his pants. He was that hard for me. I’ve never even seen a penis before, but I already know something that big and hard would ruin me…
…and yet...
There’s some dark, hidden part of me that aches for the same thing as the Aurelians do – for the complete submission of being owned by all three of those towering, brutal warriors, all at once.
The logical parts of my brain remain stronger than those urges – for now – but it warns me that we’re sitting on a tinderbox, and this whole thing could end up in disaster, one way or another.
That thread of panic is building and building inside my mind.
I need to escape! I need to escape!
I force the impulse down. I don’t need to escape – yet. I just need to think clearly.
Firstly – where are they taking me?
My thoughts run wild, but I restrain my wild impulses – forcing myself instead to focus on the problem at hand. Even though I’m blindfolded, I close my eyes – shutting out all the stimulation around me so that I can focus on each individual clue.
Firstly, I’m sitting against the hard metal of the ship’s bulkheads. They’re cold and I can hear a few rattles – suggesting this shuttle is on the older side.
I feel the heat and raw, alien presence of Brennan sitting beside me.
I listen to what makes this voyage so different to when I was originally kidnapped in the Orb-powered Reaver – the engine.
The engine!
Yes, I can hear the engine roaring as it powers this shuttle high into the sky above Marn. I can only assume they chose not to travel in that soundless, Orb-powered Reaver because the Aurelians have figured out how wildly conspicuous they look when they pilot that instantly recognizable Aurelian vessel through the city.
This means these three Aurelians aren’t complete idiots – and the noise of the roaring engine reveals to me that we’re traveling far from their hotel; and the Aurelians are attempting to remain incognito now.
I hope
