There’s the telepathy. The enhanced strength and reflexes. There’s the thought of living many hundreds of times the lifespan of a regular human…
But the darkest rumors talk of an additional change… Of the Bond transforming a woman into nothing more than a breeding slave.
The stories tell that the Bond enhances a woman’s desire to be bred so excessively that her very mind melts into the ecstasy of being seeded – over and over, again and again, just a wet, willing hole for her fated triad to fuck, and fill, and flood with their potent seed.
Augustus hears my silence. He hears my restraint. The warrior steps into the pool still fully-clothed in his splattered suit.
Blood seeps from his soaked clothes, polluting the crisp, cool waters. I have to swim back to keep my distance. If I let him close to me, I know nothing will hold back my aching need for him.
I don’t care that he’s soaked in sweat and blood. Augustus fought for me. He killed for me. He almost died for me.
Every instinct in my body is commanding me to just let him grab me. To welcome the embrace of his huge, powerful hands and simply succumb to him.
I wouldn’t have to think. I could just let my body take over my mind. I won’t have to make any more decisions – just let myself go instead…
…and, if the Bond is true, and I really am this triad’s fated mate, it can take me over forever…
“What do you fear?” Augustus’ voice rumbles, and I feel it shudder down my spine. He doesn’t speak to my ears – he speaks to my being.
Evander stands behind him. The leader of the triad looms tall and proud above the rest of us.
“I don’t know what the Bond is,” I tell them, and my voice cracks as I sound out my doubt.
“The Bond can only be forged through mating, my sweet,” Augustus murmurs. “Now – you have tasted me. Let me taste you.”
His huge hands cup my waist, and effortlessly he lifts me up, gently setting me against the side of the pool.
I tremble as the powerful warrior kisses my legs through the clinging fabric of my sopping wet dress.
As Augustus presses his lips against my thighs, Conan wades through the water towards us, sending ripples across the still surface until he’s standing next to Augustus.
He gently touches my left thigh, massaging my tingling flesh as my feet dangle in the water. The AI warms the water until it’s hot, sensing that I need the comfort of soothing heat.
As the two other warriors stand in front of me, Evander kneels and then sits behind me, wrapping his legs either side of me as he holds my trembling body against his reassuring bulk.
His legs are like tree trunks, huge and firm as they crush me between them. His arms wrap around me, enveloping me in his strength and warmth, and he kisses my ear gently.
“Relax,” Evander purrs. “The war is over. You know this is what you now want, my pet. Allow yourself to have it.”
Augustus leans forward, pulling my wet dress up. I have no panties on beneath, and instantly Augustus can see everything.
Somehow, though, I don’t feel exposed in front of this huge and handsome warrior. He lowers his head and I gasp as I feel Augustus’ tongue sliding slowly up my inner thigh.
As I stiffen at the touch of one warrior’s tongue, Evander tightens his grip around me – until it feels like I couldn’t get away.
I know, logically, that I could just tell these three gorgeous aliens to stop – and I also know they would, despite their clearly raging need.
Yet there’s something intoxicating about being held tightly by Evander’s huge, muscular bulk – and in feeling like there’s nothing I can do to escape him if he chose to crush me tighter in his thick arms. It turns me on – the feeling of absolute surrender.
The notion of being so powerless excites me deeply. Suddenly, images of the warriors pinning me down and brutally fucking me fill my mind. Those fantasies just increase in intensity as Augustus’ tongue eagerly finds the trembling slit between my thighs.
“Oh!”
The moan escapes my mouth unbidden, as Augustus’ tongue laps hungrily at my soaking pussy. He has no skill with his lips and tongue – he’s as virginal as I am – and yet I’m left shuddering by his eager hunger for me, as he tastes my pussy like a starving man devouring sustenance.
Augustus’ tongue is enormous, slithering up and down and around in circles against my clitoris. I try closing my thighs, just to see what the powerful warrior would do, and his huge hands forcefully spread me open with ease.
As Augustus devours me, Evander’s hands travel up either side of my body. He fondles my tits, then grabs fistful of the wet fabric clinging to my body and he tears the dress open with a satisfying ripping sound.
As the fabric falls around me, the Aurelian’s huge fingers pinch my nipples hard. I gasp out in desperate lust.
Evander’s breath is suddenly hot against my ear.
“Let yourself go, my pet.”
His words are as sweet as hot honey, melting my mind and flooding my pussy. They make me eager to spread my thighs open wider for the lips and tongue of his battle-brother.
Augustus feasts on me, slipping his huge tongue deep into my cunt – the wet intrusion making me feel like such a deliciously filthy slut.
As Augustus devours my pussy, Conan takes my left foot in his hand and starts to massage it. My eyes widen at such an expected, yet intimate act. As Conan catches my eye, he grins at me – giving me a smile that’s so genuine it warms my heart.
Between the loving attentions of all three of these huge, gorgeous men, the deep, satisfying pleasure builds up quickly inside of me. I’d never thought anything could feel so good.
It’s incredible. I have three huge, dominant Aurelian warriors worshipping my body and
