On my knees on that table, I try to catch my breath. I’m shivering with ecstasy, but I’m tired, and already so weak from this robust, feral mating. Yet, it’s as if the tiredness can’t hold me back. I’m suddenly determined not to be just taken hard by this third alien warrior. No, I want to show him that I’m more than just a vessel for his breeding seed. I might be tiny in comparison to them, but I’m their equal – their Fated Mate.
Lazar slowly presses his dick into me, filling me with a new, insistent need. I could have just accepted the heavenly sensation – but instead, I press my hips back against him to claim it as my own.
He moans and growls with pleasure – perhaps surprised by my slutty response. I look back over my shoulder at him, as he stands towering overhead. I’m sweat-soaked, my hair tangled and messy, but I ache to satisfy him, and I’m determined to prove myself.
To that end, every thrust of his dick is met by me pressing back against him as hard as I can – looking up over my shoulder as I do so – as if challenging him to fuck me harder, or deeper.
The room echoes with the sound of our bodies slamming and slapping together in violent passion. I won’t just surrender and have him take me. I bite my lip, staring back at him, and the expression of lust in my eyes must have been too much for Lazar to handle; because I see his eyes grow wide and flash a gentle green; exploding from slate-grey monochrome to brilliant color as his aura similarly bursts to brilliance within my mind.
As Lazar nearly explodes inside my pussy, his aura explodes inside my mind – flooding me with his energy.
Fresh. Energetic. Jubilant. He’s a new light in my shrouded mind; and his aura nestles between Otho’s and Brennan’s, as it was always meant to be – as if keeping the two from mixing.
Lazar has need, and protectiveness, just like the others – but the emotion he feels most strongly is that of pure adoration; worship for his Goddess. I’ve never imagined anybody feeling about me the way he does. I’m his everything. I’m his reason for being – the woman in the universe who is and always has been the only prize he’s ever wanted.
I look back at the devilishly handsome warrior – my Bond-enhanced senses heightening my ability to see each line of his tightly defined muscles, and every line of his perfect abs. His chiseled body and his intelligent face are like works of art to me; and yet he’s the one staring at me like one of the wonders of the universe.
These three are so different. Otho embodies brute strength, Brennan carries the weight of leadership, and Lazar completes the triangle by being the voice of reason, and ambition. It is from him that the sons I bear will build societies, create great philosophy, and uphold justice through the law.
Lazar is the perfect representation of a third type of masculinity; that of wisdom and compassion. The type of man that once took Empires into eras of prosperity.
The Bond takes all of this admiration I have for Lazar, and my awe at his potential, and distills it down; into a burning respect that makes me anxious to prove myself to him; to become too much for him to handle, so he’ll respect my power as I do his own.
Whereas with the other two Aurelians, I ached to be utterly taken, with Lazar, I want to show him that I can take what I want as well. The woman he aches for most in all the universe aches equally for him – and wants to satisfy his every need.
I throw my hips back against him hard; relishing in the feeling of his long, powerful dick fully filling me.
“You’re so big,” I whimper out, feeling the surge of pride Lazar feels through our newly established Bond. He likes when I compliment him. His aura in my mind is all-encompassing desire, and I feel powerful by reflecting that desire back at him; in a way he’s clearly never experienced before.
I can sense his thoughts. I’m privy to what few women ever are. I know exactly what it feels like for a man like Lazar to find the woman of his dreams; and to have her wrapped around his cock. It’s the culmination of an endless evolutionary purpose; and the greatest feeling known to man. It burns like lightning inside of me, and I want to enhance and amplify this feeling in my mind.
“You make me feel so fucking good,” I gasp, as our bodies slam together in perfect rhythm. I‘m aching to feel this last Aurelian release himself inside of me. I want to feel the contentment of having all three of them seed me, and make me theirs.
I stare into Lazar’s pure, green eyes. His mouth is open slightly as he gasps for air, panting in the ecstasy of our mating.
“I need your cum, Lazar. I need it!”
I plead desperately for him to fill me, and Lazar’s aura floods my mind instead; filling it completely. The green freshness of it plants roots in all my vacant spaces; in all the deepest recesses where I’d
