The triad presses in closer together. I can smell their heavy musk, the manly scent of these dominant aliens. It doesn’t offend my nose. It smells so right. I almost feel drunk on it.
Brennan suddenly lifts me up. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him, pulling myself closer into his huge, comforting bulk. I can barely get my legs around his massive frame, but that’s what turns me on so damned much.
I gasp out at the sensation of grinding myself against his perfect body. Everything is made even more impossibly intense by the realization that there are not one, not two, but three of the dominant alpha warriors surrounding me – that are utterly obsessed with me. I can taste the longing in their breath. I can feel the heat of their gaze, burning through my clothing.
They never want to let me go – and I don’t want to let them.
My body is on fire.
The heat is something I can’t control now. Desire wells up inside me like a flood – the hot, soaking, primal recesses of my brain taking over. They come from a part of me that aches to feel small, safe, and protected again. It’s not my rational mind – my desire floods instead from an ancient programming, buried deep within me; one that comes from time during which men protected their women from tangible dangers; like saber toothed tigers, wolves, and bears. Back from when nothing could be safer than being with a strong, powerful warrior who could keep you safe from any evil.
I’m surrounded by the same kidnappers who pulled me from my bed – and I’ve never felt so small, so nervous, and yet so safe all at the same time.
In his arms, Brennan kisses me – deeply and hotly, his tongue slipping past my lips.
Otho’s lips find my shoulder – his mouth nipping and pulling at my dress and exposing my bare skin to him. I gasp, pulling myself back from Brennan, but unable to move in the iron grip of his massive arms. He’s got me wrapped up as if in steel bars – and he’s far too strong for me to ever escape.
My rational brain is telling me not to stop trying, though – that I have to escape.
That rational part of my brain is screaming at me – telling me that these huge aliens are going to ruin me. They’ll lose themselves to the mating frenzy and tear me to ribbons in the heat of their need; and then leave me broken and ruined as Aurelian Law Enforcement lead them away.
But the rational part of my brain has no power over me anymore – nothing compared to the flood of sensations and emotions rushing through me. All I want to do is turn off my mind and surrender to these three, alien warriors – the veritable Gods who snatched me in the night and offered me my first and only taste of heaven.
Brennan turns, gripping my ass and lifting me over to the very metal bench over which I’d originally been spanked. My ass still twinges with the memory of Otho’s harsh discipline. A surge of panic suddenly runs through me. I can’t handle this – can I?
This is all so much, so fast – and I’m still so innocent.
Brennan steps back, looking down at me with a burning, overwhelming hunger. Otho glances over, and he seems to sense my fear. He clambered up onto the metal table behind me, his huge legs on either side of me. Dwarfed in his huge presence, I let him wraps his massive biceps around me – not squeezing, but making me feel safe, and small, and protected.
Lazar and Brennan stand before me in front of the bench. My eyes trail down to their pants.
The huge cocks of these Aurelian warriors are straining against their combat pants – as if each of them have two huge, metal rods concealed in there, hard and hungry for me.
I gasp as lust and fear floods me in equal measure, and Otho pulls me closer to him reassuringly. He kisses my ear, his breathe hot against my skin, and he murmurs:
“You’re safe.”
Oh, Gods – his voice is like liquid honey, calming all of my nerves. He was the one who saved me when Brennan almost lost control. He was the one who’d kept me safe when I’d tried to escape. I can feel Otho’s cock straining and hardening against my body – no less hard and needful as the huge shafts of the other two Aurelians – but he’s forcing back his own lust to keep me safe.
Brennan slowly pulls his light armor from his body, piece by piece. Lazar follows suit. I bite my lip, watching so nervously as these two seven-feet-tall alien warriors strip to their bare, marble-colored skin.
I whimper, a moan that’s both lustful and nervous escaping my lips. When Otho’s fingers slowly move to my dress, I shiver so hard I almost gasp.
Through the thin material, he plays with my achingly hard nipples – his fingers rough and strong through the sheer material. I moan and writhe in his arms, unable to move an inch, but squirming like my body is liquid. I’ve never felt desire like this in all my life. I’m burning up.
“Oh, Gods – it’s too much,” I moan out.
Otho’s tongue licks at my earlobe, nipping me. “Don’t fight it,” he murmurs. “Just surrender to it, Natali.”
His voice melts what little remains of my rational mind. My eyes are wide as I stare at Brennan’s perfect, muscled torso – now shamelessly displayed in front of me. He’s got an eight pack of chiseled abs, as perfectly defined as if they’re hewn from stone. Lazar’s incredible physique is just as impressive. I feel so nervous as the two men slowly unbuckle their pants, stripping
