Sold to the Alien Cartel: An Alien Menage Romance

by Corin Cain

  “Look at yourself, my pet,” Korgath says with admiration. My skin is flushed. He brings his huge hand against my bottom, and I have to watch as he spanks me hard, his handprint claiming my flesh.

  “You are mine – mine and my triads’. We own you, Ella.”

  “You own me,” I gasp, and a smile of pure bliss comes to my face. He spanks me for his pleasure, and then sets me on all fours in front of the huge mirror. I get a view from all sides as the massive, seven-feet-tall alien kneels behind me, his broad, muscled chest impossibly arousing.

  He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, and then he enters me – hard.

  His cock stretches me, fucking my slick, cum-filled pussy as he takes me.

  “Do you know what the bond does, my pet?” Korgath growls, as he takes me. I feel so much more submissive than ever before.

  “It makes me yours,” I gasp, my words coming out of my mouth in a lustful moan. He’s so deep inside me, pulling my hair and forcing me to bring my breasts up for his viewing pleasure in the mirror.

  Every hard thrust makes my body shudder and my tits bounce.

  “When you are with my seed, your body will change. You’ll become the perfect breeding vessel. Your tits will fill with enough milk for my sons, growing huge. Your body will become stronger.”

  His aura pulses in mine, and I feel our beings merge. I can see the future. He’s sending it through the bond.

  It’s me.

  Only, I’m changed.

  My tits are huge and full of milk, impossibly large and hanging from my chest. My belly is full and swollen with his child. I ache for him to seed me.

  “Please, seed me,” I gasp, and his cock surges inside me, pulsing and exploding.

  Then I feel it. The bond is sated.

  It’s done. As he cums inside me, spurting torrents of hot seed in me, I can almost feel the sperm rushing towards my fertile eggs and inevitably impregnating me.

  I’m his, and for the next thousands of years, he and his blood-brothers will turn me into a perfect breeding machine, for their use and the glory of the Empire.

  31

  Ella

  Three years later.

  The physical changes were the most shocking thing about the bond – even more than the enhancement of my secret, submissive urges.

  Aurelian babies might come out the same size as a human, but they grow big. The bond made sure my human body changed and grew to suit.

  My breasts swelled to an almost impossible size. I felt stronger and fitter, my muscles becoming firmer. My body felt more powerful, more youthful, and full of energy – as if aging was suddenly frozen, or greatly slowed.

  Every day since the bond was cemented, I’ve just grown stronger.

  And now, my two beautiful babies suckle at my swollen teats.

  They are growing strong. We named them Adonis and Mars, powerful names that will ring out through the histories. Instead of having the slate gray eyes of Aurelian’s born the technological way, where one dies and a new one is cloned from his DNA, the eyes of our two sons are a deep silver; just like their father.

  When my babes are full, I put them to bed in the nursery and coo them to sleep. We’re on a small but powerful ship that has been fitted to have room for my children to grow and play. It’s the headquarters of Aurelian Security – the company that Korgath created with his triad.

  I tried to tell them to hire more people to do the dirty work, but they insist on being there for high profile clients. They’ve bought two ships already to help grow their business, and the way Korgath talks about expanding is obsessive. He’s the most ambitious man I’ve ever seen.

  Three years ago, he was rendered penniless by the Emperor. Now, he’s already amassed a new fortune.

  I walk to the kitchen, famished. I still haven’t gotten used to having such heavy, milk laden breasts, but thankfully my very bones have grown more powerful through the mystery of the bond.

  I watch through the tempered glass of the viewing panel as I see a Reaver approaching. Reavers are small, deadly ships that Aurelians use in battle. Surplus and retired ships are later sold, and Korgath bought several, to use as transportation to jobs across the galaxies.

  I spend my time on our mothership, though – turning this space-bound habitat into a home. I even insisted that the ship always have fresh fruit on it, by way of a hydroponics bay. The Aurelians would eat steak all day if it wasn’t for my insistence that they get their greens – and I know that they feel stronger and healthier through my care of them.

  I munch on a freshly-plucked apple, my body tingling as the Reaver docks and my three men approach from the landing bay.

  The bond sated itself when I became pregnant, but it’s always waiting – always ready to become active again.

  Each time the three Aurelians return from a mission, it’s a coin flip. Either they were on Scorp duty, and riled up a battle fury that must be sated in the bedroom, or they had a boring merchant protection mission that leaves them pent up and eager to take me.

  Either way, I end up perfectly satisfied, and so do they.

  The three Aurelians enter. There’s a new cut on Brutan’s neck, bloody and deep. I tsk.

  “What did that to you?” I say, raising my eyebrows.

  He sweeps me off my feet, twirling me in the air. “I tried eating a pineapple,” he says deadpan, the normally brutal man softened by his love for me.

  Arok snorts. “A Scorp, my love – but I did far worse to it. I hope the scar did not make my blood brother too ugly for your tastes.”

  Brutan puts me down, and the three huge aliens stand around me. There’s a lovely tension in the air. I love this moment. I know what’s going to happen – that they ache for me - and during the two weeks they spent on their protection mission, they thought every moment about exactly what they’d do to me when they finally returned home.

  Arok stands behind me, wrapping his huge hands around my chest and fondling my oversized breasts. “Are our boys growing strong?” He asks, a delicious hunger in his voice.

  “Come see – but be quiet. I just put them to sleep.”

  My three warriors follow me into the nursery. The big babies are lying happily in their cribs. At first, it took some getting used to. I was expecting a cute little pink baby- but instead the children were born with the signature marble skin of pure-bred Aurelians.

  It looks just like stone, and yet the skin of my babies is so soft.

  Korgath can’t resist. He steps close to my son Adonis, and gently runs his finger over the baby’s head.

  I tisk as he picks his son up and holds him tight – but mercifully, Adonis doesn’t wake.

  It’s so strange seeing the one-time crime lord and mob boss holding his little child so carefully. My heart swells to see it. The twins are his progeny – you can tell from their silver eyes – but it doesn’t matter to the triad who their biological father is.

  They are all fathers – all three of them care for the babies equally, as they will all the future sons I’ll give my triad. We are all as one – a single family, bound by a force more powerful than even DNA.

  Korgath gently puts Adonis back down in his crib, bringing the blanket up to his little neck.

  Then he stands back, and stares at me with complete and utter adoration.

  I smile, and automatically lead the way to the bedroom. With the bond inactive, I feel more in control of myself – but I still know what they want. What they need.

  “What you three need is a shower,” I laugh, joking with them, my teasing the opposite of what I mean.

  I wrinkle my nose at the musk of the Aurelians. They’ve spent the last two weeks in cramped quarters, followed by bursts of sweaty violence as they fought Scorps. Their sweat fills my nostrils, pheromones that make me want them even more.

  Arok picks me up and kisses me deep, his tongue hungry. I draw back, grazing my teeth against his lips and biting.

  I wrap my arms around him. Arok falls onto the bed with me stradd

ling him, and he rips my clothes from my body, my huge tits spilling out.

  I catch sight of myself in the mirror opposite the bed. I’ll never get used to how these huge breasts look, bouncing from my body.

  Fertility is the ultimate aphrodisiac for an Aurelian. The species is all male, and they spend their lifetime looking for their fated mate. The sight of my engorged breasts and my body primed for breeding turns Arok into an animal. He growls as he pulls down his military pants, his huge dick standing to attention as I straddle it. He grabs my hips and impales me in one harsh motion, filling me deep.

  Korgath is to my right, pulling his cock out so I can wrap my lips around it, eager to have all my holes filled. Brutan positions himself behind me, and I gasp around Korgath’s dick as he presses his cock against my asshole.

  The natural lubrication of Aurelian pre-cum is slick against my hole, and I know the three aliens are going to claim me utterly; and my body will eagerly respond to let them.

  Arok cups my huge, swollen breasts with his hands as I ride him, gently lifting and swaying them. They’ve grown so sensitive that I can barely handle my nipples being pinched or pulled. He leans forward as his huge dick stretches me and gently licks my swollen nipple, not sucking or biting the tender flesh.

  “You’re going to bear my sons, Ella,” he says, his voice worshipful. I am the only way these Aurelians can reproduce. I am like a goddess to them – a powerful being that makes them ache to claim me, again and again.

  Yet, we will have to wait until the bond becomes active again for me to be truly fertile. But for now, they still ache to use me again and again.

  Brutan slides his huge dick into my ass, filling me completely. This is my paradise. Having Korgath’s throbbing dick in my mouth, Arok deep in my wetness – promising to seed me – and Brutan behind me, claiming me utterly.

  There’s no humiliation anymore. There’s no shame. That is a delicious sensation reserved for when the bond reemerges.

  No, right now there are simply three sets of hands, tongues, lips, and gorgeous, huge cocks.

  The Aurelians are strong and powerful fathers, the perfect example for my babies, and somehow their fatherhood makes them all the more sexually appealing to me.

  I crave their hard, powerful bodies just as they crave mine.

  I can no longer ride Arok with Brutan so deep in my ass, so I simply let myself be filled, surrendering in the ultimate act of submission. I am suddenly just a vessel for their seed. My body is so sensitive, every gentle touch of their hands against my skin sends trembles of lust through me.

  They make love to me slowly, their cocks rhythmically entering my three holes, filling me so, so deeply. The powerful, alpha Aurelians view me differently now. Now that I’ve born their triad twins, they’re worshipful of my body; gentle and delicate, each touch reverential.

  Their hands graze across my body as my orgasm slowly builds, pushing me to the brink. I love the taste of Korgath’s cock filling my mouth – his pre-cum like a drug to me. There is no greater satisfaction than having three huge cocks inside me, all at the same time, all slowly working me into a state of incredible bliss.

  I gasp out, and Korgath pulls back, wanting to hear every moan and scream of pleasure that emerges from my mouth.

  “Oh yessss,” I moan, and Korgath gently but firmly wraps my hair around his fist, bringing his lips to mine and kissing me deeply. We make out as his two alien blood-brothers bring me to a crescendo of lust. I can barely hold on as Arok gently lifts and teases my swollen, sensitive breasts, succumbing to the absolute pleasure of simply letting go.

  My pussy milks Arok’s cock in the contractions of my orgasm, and suddenly he can’t hold back any more. He fills me deeply with his seed, every drop shooting deep inside me. I can feel every spurt of his warm cum – and, as I do, Brutan can’t hold back either. He growls, his cock flexing and spurting in my ass.

  Their auras are firm, unyielding, and hungry. Arok and Brutan are twin orbs of pleasure and need in my mind. There is no satisfaction greater than being linked to these Aurelians – and knowing without a doubt the effect I have on them.

  I never have to worry about another woman. For the thousands of years that I will live, through the mysterious power of the bond, this triad will be fated to only me.

  They will think of me constantly, obsessed with me. Other females will be invisible to them.

  I love the power I get from knowing I’m their only chance at reproduction. I hold the keys to their future – to the future of the Empire - and they give me the ultimate respect in reward; of knowing that their progeny depends on me.

  Brutan and Arok are satisfied, and they leave to shower off. The instant their huge cocks exit me, I feel so empty - desperately needing more.

  Korgath can read my mind.

  “I love your swollen, beautiful, fertile breasts, my pet,” he growls, his eyes wide and rippling with silver. I’ll never get over how fucking chiseled he is – how every muscle on his body seems as though it’s carved in stone.

  I love the contrast of my tan skin against his pure, ivory physique. He presses me down against the bed, mounting me missionary position. This is how Korgath likes to take me.

  He looks deep into my eyes, sharing his emotions through the bond, and then he claims me – like every time.

  Though my love is growing for the three Aurelians, the fact that Korgath took my innocence will bond us more deeply forever. He runs his fingers lovingly through my hair, drinking up my very being as he stares at me with those huge, unblinking silver eyes.

  I feel no shame or discomfort in his gaze. I can feel his utter need for me through the bond – through ever shiver and shudder that runs through his powerful body.

  He spreads my knees with his legs and opens me to his manhood.

  His huge dick grazes against my clit and teases the folds of my sex. Korgath loves to work me up into a frenzy. I’m already leaking cum from his blood-brothers – their seed spilling from me – and yet the sight of it inflames him.

  Anything to do with fertility triggers something deep in an Aurelian’s mind, and Korgath is no exception. He can’t keep his eyes off my huge breasts.

  “I love you, my sweet princess,” he says, his voice shuddering with absolute need. His words are accompanied by a wave of golden light through the bond, as he presses his massive cockhead against my opening and slowly thrusts inside me.

  I wrap my hands around my beastly, alien mate, moaning in delight as he fills me.

  There’s no feeling quite like being owned by an Aurelian, and I understand now that he does own me. I would never leave this beautiful beast, and I take huge pride in knowing that I will be the one to bear him hundreds of children over my extended life span.

  “I love you, my beautiful man,” I gasp. I’ve never thought of man as beautiful before, but that’s the only word to describe the way he looks.

  Korgath leans back, and I drink up his chiseled abs, his sculpted muscles. A statue of a man can be beautiful. That is what Korgath is. All the evil that he has done has been washed away in our coupling. Both of us have forgiven ourselves, as we forged a new life of beauty and mutual respect together.

  He smiles, and there is nothing more pleasing to my eyes. Korgath’s normally stern face changes when he smiles, brightening like a supernova as he plunges himself fully inside me.

  He leans forward, gently cupping my huge breasts, and he extends the tip of his tongue an inch away from my skin.

  I groan in need and press my chest upwards, desperate for the touch. Then he laps at me gently, worshiping my body with his tongue. I shudder as a second orgasm washes over me. Korgath wraps his huge arms around me, holding me so close and fucking me like a beast – his cock thrusting in and out of me faster and faster.

  “You’re mine, my little toy. I’m going to make your belly swell with my children. I’m going to make your breasts expand and grow until they hang from you and you can barely walk. I own your body, my sweet Ella.”

  He whispers in my ears as I cum, and the orgasm just keeps going and going, my entire body shuddering as he owns me.

  This is my new addiction.

  I’m buffeted in the waves of pleasure, as intense as though I’m piloting through a brutal asteroid storm, barely hanging on – every sense intensified.

  Korgath’s musk fills my nose, his breath is hot against my ear, and his huge hands pull me close, pressing my breasts against him.

  “I’m yours,” I gasp, nearly blacking out from pleasure.

  The admission of his ownership is all it takes for him to be pushed past the brink. He growls and seeds me, his huge dick spurting wave after wave of hot seed inside me, his thrusts mounting to a mating frenzy. He leans back and I stare into his warm silver eyes.

  This is bliss.

  This is pure pleasure.

  Finally, our orgasms subside, and he slowly pulls himself from me, his cum deep inside me.

  Korgath lies beside me on the bed, trailing his huge fingers across my body. I smile, unable to believe how lucky I am.

  He rubs his hands on my stomach, and I know he’s aching for me to grow fat with his child again, for us to bring another being into the world.

  I ache for it as well, waiting eagerly for the bond to start again.

  32

  Epilogue

  Ten years later.

  A crash comes from the playroom, and I sigh, rolling my eyes. It feels like I haven’t slept in ten years. Aurelian’s take longer to develop, which means my ten-year-old twins are still in the terrible twos. Queen Jasmine laughs from across the table, and gets up.

  “Oh, thank you,” I say, as she goes to check on my children. She was so kind. Our triads may still be uneasy around each other, but she’s been ideal in helping me not just with my children – but also in dealing with not one, not two, but three dominant, alpha aliens.

  She comes back a minute later. “They still alive?” I ask.

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