And yet the proximity to these three, towering men is having an effect on me I could never have imagined – couldn’t possibly have prepared myself for.
And to learn that they’re not the scum I thought they were – that they’re not here to take ownership of me, like a pet – is just making my attraction to them more intractable.
But I can’t let myself succumb – not yet.
If I’m… ahem, intimate with any of these warriors…
Oh, screw it – if I fuck any of them, I mean to say!
…if we have sex, these Aurelians will discover that I’m nothing special – I’m not their fated mate – and then they’ll have no motivation to help me any longer.
And I need them to – because it’s Danielle’s life on the line.
But what can I do?
Suddenly I have an urge that flows from a completely unexpected place – a part of me I’d never even realized existed.
I suddenly know what I have to do – and I’m both ashamed and impressed that I have the wherewithal to realize it.
I need to satisfy these warriors… I need to, ahem, drain their frustrations, without letting them take my virginity, and discovering that I’m not their fated mate.
I have no idea where the instinct comes from – but I’m not thinking any longer. I just act.
I reach forward, slide my fingers beneath Augustus’ toga, and I feel for his cock.
I hear his gasp as my fingers find it – but I’m the one whose jaw drops.
Beneath his toga, I feel his hardening member react to my touch, jumping up at the slightest contact of my fingers.
I can’t see it beneath the toga, but I can feel Augustus’ cock - and it’s as thick as my arm.
Augustus growls at my touch and picks me up, wrapping his huge arms around me. His mouth finds mine, and his kiss instantly makes me melt.
I never knew anything could feel so good. This huge man is so much bigger and more powerful than I am – and I feel deliciously powerless in his embrace. I know he could throw me against the wall and ravage me right now if he so chose to – but, instead, Augustus’ lips find mine with a dark hunger that overwhelms me.
Base desire pulses up inside of me. There’s something so primal about being taken by a man twice your size. The vulnerability is intoxicating, and I melt as the alien warrior’s tongue presses past my eager lips.
Before I can process even that sensation, I feel a second pair of lips caress my ear. I shudder as Evander’s hot breath warms my throat, hot and heady as he nibbles at my ear.
“You’re mine,” Evander murmurs, and his voice is a dark promise of my future if I remain with these men.
For a second, I let myself imagine actually being Bonded to these three looming, brutal warriors. It’s a dark, yet deliciously tempting thought. I’ve seen the holo-vids of Queen Jasmine – the most famous of the fated mates we know of in the universe.
Her triad mate with her whenever they can – taking her hard and rough, sometimes right in front of other people.
And, when she is with child – which is as often as her triad can impregnate her – Jasmine’s tits swell to impossible dimensions, all to feed her monstrously huge Aurelian babies.
Jasmine has sired a dozen children for her triad already, becoming the perfect breeding chattel for her three dominant warriors. She’ll live thousands of years longer, as an effect of the Bond, meaning she can bear the three warriors hundreds of more children in the decades to come.
The extra longevity – that’s one aspect of the Bond that anyone would crave.
Imagine a lifespan that stretches out so far you could achieve anything during it. That might even be worth being subjected to Jasmine’s fate – even though I’m sure she’d argue it was a blessing.
But essentially, she’s little more than a sex slave and breeding vessel to her three powerful alien lovers. She’s done many amazing things – revolutionized the universe with her pro-human policies – but that doesn’t change the fact that she’s rutted, and fucked, and bred at every opportunity.
I shake my head, discarding such thoughts. It’s difficult to concentrate on such things anyway. Evander’s hand has found my hair, and he’s pulling at it hard, making me moan in both pain and pleasure as he yanks my mouth from Augustus’ and presses his own lips against mine.
Evander’s kiss is insistent – dominant and possessive. I imagine how it would feel to have him pull my hair from behind as he ruts me like an animal, and I’m suddenly soaking wet at the very thought of it.
Knowing that these three men can smell my need turns me on even more than I thought possible – and I submit willingly to their huge hands and eager mouths.
As if to show even more dominance – not that he’d need to – Evander grabs the dangling leash hanging from my collar and clips it back to his wrist. I moan out loud, as I suddenly feel so slutty and submissive to be willingly collared by this looming, sexy man.
Two huge hands grip my ass, and I gasp hotly into Evander’s mouth. I know they must belong to Conan, and he gropes and explores my body eagerly…
Suddenly, the pleasure dress turns back on. The controls must be connected to the leash – and Evander must have triggered it.
I know the aliens don’t need the tortuous gown to turn me on, but it’s an out-of-this-world experience when they activate it. I was already shuddering – and now uncontrollable pleasure ripples all over my body.
I gasp and pant as utter need suddenly washes over me.
I don’t care anymore. I need these three men.
Now.
I reach down, grabbing Evander’s huge dick and feeling the throbbing veins pulsing beneath my fingers. I can barely stretch my fingers around his enormous girth, and
