His huge, thick dick presses up against my entrance – sealing Brennan’s seed deep inside of me.
I stare up at Otho’s fierce eyes, watching them narrow – as if his desire for me is so powerful it’s violent. He’s going to hurt me in his burning urge to make me his.
The Bond thrums in my mind as his hands wrap around my hips. I want him – no, I need him – to be fully, completely inside of me – right now. There’s nothing else that matters on this entire world – in this entire galaxy. My eyes grow wide with desire as I stare into Otho’s slate-grey gaze and I silently beg him to take me.
As always – even before we knew we were destined to be Bonded together – it had been as if he knew what was in my mind without me even having to say it.
Otho grips my hips with those massive hands and forces me down against his cock. He’s so full and swollen with need he impales me on his huge dick. He’s thicker than Brennan, and his hard cock stretches me open anew as I straddle this virile alien warrior. I’m not riding him – I’m more skewered by him. I can barely move as Otho grips my hips and pulls me up and down around him.
His hands squeeze painfully as he moves me on his huge shaft, forcefully making sure I take every inch of his huge, hard shaft as I slap down into his lap. Every aching jolt of pain from this rough mating is transformed into pleasure through the Bond; and I’m filled with Brennan’s fresh, copious seed – wetness that is slick and hot, letting Otho enter me more easily than his battle leader.
I’m in ecstasy when I feel Lazar step forward, to stand behind me and press his huge chest against my back.
His hands wrap around me – roaming to my bouncing tits and playing with my rock-hard nipples. Then, I feel Lazar’s huge dick pressing against my back. It throbs – filled and aching with desire for me.
For a split second, I imagine Lazar’s huge hands spreading my ass cheeks – and how deliciously wicked it would feel to have that immense dick pressed inside of my tight, untouched ass; all while Otho’s huge shaft continues to claim my spasming pussy.
I scream out in pleasure – if you can even call it that. The sounds emerging from my mouth are barely human. Likewise, as I scream out loud, I watch Otho’s eyes change. As I stare deeply into them, I watch them turn from empty, slate-grey orbs to balls of pure, white ivory – fresh, heavenly goodness staring down at me with the purity of virginal snow beneath the moonlight.
Otho’s aura explodes into my mind – becoming as much a part of me as myself. Brennan remains there too – now a permanent resident in my psyche. But where Brennan’s aura is tortured and blackened by the burden of leadership, Otho’s is as wholesome as fresh, warm milk; that cleanses my mind of anxiety and doubt as I drink deeply of his aura.
My vision blurs – and to my amazement, I find myself lifted from the now; going from staring at the muscled body of the brute in front, through my own eyes, to suddenly seeing the world from his field of vision. I’m watching myself through Otho’s eyes – so small, and feminine, and helpless in front of him. I can feel the magnitude of his endless desire welling up inside our Bond; protectiveness, and affection, and a burning lust.
It’s too intense. Otho has lost control of his emotions – and all he feels is protective ownership as he surrenders to the mating rage and makes me his.
Then, more hands roam over my body.
Do they belong to Brennan? Otho? Lazar? I no longer know. In fact, I don’t even know where I end and these Aurelians begin any more – it’s as if we’re one, mentally and physically.
Time melts away, and Otho growls out a mating challenge to the world as he, too, cums deep inside of me. His fingers tighten around my hips and he pulls me down into his lap; filling me with his cock as it empties the contents of his seed-filled balls inside of me. As his cock pulses and spasms, shooting his energy into my no-longer innocent body, I climax to the point of nearly losing my mind.
The Bond amplifies pleasure, I know that – but it didn’t need to in this instance. I’m rewarded with the satisfaction of my own dark desires; that had been building inside of me since long before I ever saw these three magnificent warriors in the flesh.
It feels natural – destined, and right – to have this powerful warrior sate himself inside of me. There’s no greater pleasure than the feeling of being his.
Otho groans in satisfaction. But while he may be able to rest now, I know I have one more of this magnificent triad to satisfy.
My body is shaking and weak, but I don’t need to do this alone. Like a team – like a single, symbiotic entity – the three Aurelians move as one; lifting me from Otho’s cock like I’m a toy.
My pussy clenches instinctively, trying to keep the freshly spurted seed of Otho deep inside me, mixed with that of Brennan within my pussy.
The three warriors lift and carry me effortlessly – as if I weigh nothing. I find myself turned and placed on all fours on a table beside the bench; knees resting on old blankets, with my ass lifted high into the air.
On this table, lower than the
