Is my theory about them true? Does that mean Brennan, Otho, and Lazar have a hundred women waiting for them back home? Do they have women in their ‘collection’ whose scent ignites their very visible desire the same way I appear to?
Gods, what a thought.
I know Aurelians are infamously lusty – sex-crazed and insatiable – but until this moment I’d felt like it was me and me alone who’d triggered those lust-filled glances and turgid growls from these three Aurelians.
But what if every woman affects them like that? Or if they have half a dozen who inflame the same desire in them back home, as part of their harem.
I’d thought…
I’d thought I was special.
I’ve always been treated like I was special – but special like an object, not a person. I’ve been surrounded by guards my whole life, like you might guard a crown or a diamond. My only experiences with boys are limited to a few stolen kisses when I was a kid – before the kidnappings on Marn became so commonplace that my father refused to let me play with other kids any more.
So, while I might scoff at their experience with human women, the Aurelians still have hundreds of years of experience over me.
Maybe the women they’ve encountered have all been eager and willing volunteers for their harems, but that still means the Aurelians have spent centuries seducing and claiming women. They know their desires, and they know how to sate them…
…or, in the case of me, how to resist those desires.
But what about me? I have no idea what to do with the strange urges and wild desires welling up inside of me. I’m helpless to them – held prisoner by them every bit as much as I’m being held prisoner by these Aurelians.
A sudden thump snaps me back into the present.
Otho has returned again, dumping more duffel bags on the concrete. He turns and looks at me – drawing in a deep, scent-filled lungful of air – and then leaves again, presumably to get yet another pile of supplies.
How much stuff do they have? How long do they plan on us being here?
I return to rummaging through the duffel bag Brennan gave me – pulling out a dress from the bag and rolling my eyes.
I just noticed something about all the clothes in this bag.
They’re all pink.
Not to mention, they’re all sheer.
It’s like they want to dress me up like a little pleasure slave, worthy of an Aurelian Harem. They want me to dress like a seductive little kitten – despite the way the three of them are very clearly fighting to prevent their desire for me from overwhelming them.
Surely, if my Aurelian captors are trying to resist their urge to claim me – then why the hell would they choose these kinds of clothes?
Once again, it’s like they have no idea what they’re doing.
Like they’re being lead around by their cocks, rather than their brains.
I’ve seen the outline of Brennan and Otho’s cocks, straining the fabric of their pants.
Those huge dicks are probably bigger than their brains.
I bite my lip, specifically thinking about the thing I’d seen straining to escape Brennan’s pants. That thing – his cock – could be just the tool to control him.
A storm is brewing.
That’s what he said earlier. What did Brennan mean by that? Somehow, it was like he used that phrase as a justification for kidnapping me – like the ends justified even illegal means.
Perhaps I need to pull back on my plans to escape. I feel like I’m dealing with my problems without understanding the greater context surrounding them.
If I’m going to beat these Aurelians, I need to know their motivations – their true motivations...
…but what happens if I make them snap?
That thought makes me slink deeper into the sleeping bag. No matter how far they’ve gone, these three lust-fueled aliens have always stopped short of taking me – even though it’s been clear they’ve been balanced on the brink.
They haven’t succumbed to the mating rage – though they were balanced on the knife-edge. I’m almost disappointed…
…I still remember how it felt to be handcuffed in the bed, with Otho’s fingers trailing down my spine...
…but then, my eyes widen.
That’s it!
If Brennan is right – if these three are still loyal to the Empire, and willing to bend the rules, but not overtly break them…
…could they still keep me captive if they took me?
If I can get these three Aurelians to snap – to do the unthinkable…
Gods, what a thought…
….wouldn’t they have to let me free?
After breaking one of the most fundamental rules of their Empire, they’d have to.
I’ve read enough to know how seriously the Aurelians take this kind of thing. There was another triad – part of Aurelian Law Enforcement, who’d famously succumbed to their urges when they’d realized that the human prisoner they were transporting was their Fated Mate.
Judgement had been swift – and while that triad escaped the Kill List, they were still exiled from the Empire – forced to become Rogue Aurelians.
I shudder.
What if my plan backfires? What if I do the reckless – the irresponsible and desperate – and make these Aurelians snap…
…but in doing so, push them into going Rogue – giving them no reason not to take me as their slave?
But the worst part? The most shameful part?
That part of me wants to make them lose control – escape or exile be damned. Some dark part of me wants their desire – their need for me – to overwhelm everything they stand for.
I remember the words from On Aurelians – words I’ve read and re-read countless times.
“The Bond also has purported psychological effects. While there is less evidence, it is believed that the Bond draws out the deepest desires of the affected party, especially any urges to reproduce.”
That line makes me wince, and tingle.
Deepest desires? What are the desires lurking deepest in my mind? I fear I know – and I fear the Aurelians
