As he fully presses every inch of his dick inside me, I’m left in disbelief that it fit at all – the combination of the Bond, and Brennan’s drooling pre-cum lube, and our mutual desire; the perfect storm that all Aurelians crave to experience. I can’t kiss him back. I gasp out, instead – panting as his cock throbs inside of me, as thick as a baseball bat as it stretches me open.
His balls are so fucking full with his seed.
Knowing that Brennan has gallons of hot cum broiling up inside of him, and that I can bear the otherwise infertile Aurelians sons from it…
…that thought makes the Bond thrum in my mind.
I feel like a still-water pond that’s just had a meteor slammed down into it. My entire being ripples from the powerful energy of the Bond.
I detest the thought of every drop of pre-cum that dripped to the ground – wasted because I wasn’t eager enough to catch it with my tongue. I hate that my doubt, and reticence, and shame ever paused me from embracing this ecstatic destiny.
The need inside of me is more intense than anything I could have ever known I’d wanted before before.
I want – I need – the pure ecstasy of the alien commander seeding me. All I can imagine is the overwhelming sensation of his huge cock shooting deep inside of me. I have no idea what it’ll feel like – but I know I need it more than I need to even breathe.
Brennan breaks off the kiss, growling like a mad beast as he puts his hands above Otho’s on my thighs – grabbing me tightly and holding on for dear life as he plunges himself deeper and deeper inside of me. I wrap my arms around him, but Brennan’s shoulders are so huge and broad that I can’t even reach one hand around them to touch the other.
I flatten my palms against those huge shoulders. In this moment of passion, you might think I’d want to rake my nails down Brennan’s back – clawing at him with passion. But, now – instead I just want to touch him… feel him… welcome his seed deep into my eager body.
The darkness of his aura in my mind makes me feel ever more submissive to him – and I feel an overwhelming urge to serve this immense, God-like man in every way imaginable.
I need it. I need it so fucking bad!
“Cum in me, Brennan,” I moan out – and there’s a begging, pleading undercurrent to my voice that makes me feel deliciously shameful. Then, just as quickly as it came, the shame leaves me. I suddenly stop feeling guilty for what I’ve ached for ever since I’d first learned of Aurelians. I stop, and I just give in, without the Bond influencing me in any way.
It’s as if the rational part of my brain overwhelmed its anxiety and accepted the inevitable – that there’s no shame in my utter, primal, evolutionary need to feel his cock pulsing and spurting deep inside of me.
“Please. Please, seed me, Brennan,” I plead, my hands running down his broad back, tenderly feeling his hard flesh beneath my fingertips. He makes me feel so innocent – so helpless and protected – and the rage and need in him only makes me feel more submissive to him.
I adore this huge, alien warrior even though his deepest desire is to make me cry out in sweet pain; to make me hurt for his pleasure. The Bond takes the desire I’ve felt to be taken hard by him from the first moment I ever laid eyes on Brennan – and then magnifies it a hundred times, until I no longer feel humiliation in begging for what I now need so badly.
“Please, cum in me – I’m yours! I’m yours… I’m yours!” I repeat it over and over again, and though I barely know him – the Bond is drawing out everything I’ve seen that I love within this man – his honor, his passion, and his burning desire for me – and it’s built it into a feeling of absolute adoration – a burning need to worship him for all I see inside his soul.
I can’t help it. I cum so fucking hard on his huge rod. He fucks me deeply and hard, with hungry thrusts of his powerful hips. I feel my body clenching down around his huge dick – as my cunt aches to milk him of every last drop of his potent seed.
Brennan suddenly stiffens inside of me and shoots deep into me – wave after wave of his alien seed spurting into my eager pussy.
My mind instantly goes blank.
The Bond washes over me – overwhelming my senses with a tidal wave of golden pleasure. I feel like I’m the very center of the sun – and that the fires of passion now overwhelming me also radiate around him.
Brennan cums in me, and for a minute – an hour, or a lifetime, because the Bond stretches and molds time to its liking – everything suddenly comes into pure focus. It’s as if I can see clearly for the first time in my life. I can suddenly see every line of wisdom on Brennan’s face, the sinew of every hard muscle beneath his skin, and every speck of brilliant now-blue in the twin galaxies of his eyes. I breathe in, my lungs filling with the three, unique musks of these Bonded, alien men, and I taste each scent individually, as if they’re dripping with testosterone-sweetened nectar.
My body contracts and spams, milking ever drop of the alien’s cum inside of me – until Brennan finally pulled his huge dick from within me.
I’m instantly so empty – so unfulfilled – but before I can
