by Corin Cain
It’s heaven. It’s pure bliss. As Daran finishes inside of me, the Bond enhances the pleasure a hundredfold – until I lose my mind to this utter bliss. I’m fulfilling my biological duty to the Bond, and it’s rewarding me with ecstasy I didn’t even think was possible.
Riff pulls his throbbing dick from my mouth and takes Daran’s place. He looks down at me with wide, desperate eyes, and thrusts that huge dick into my freshly-fucked cunt in one long, sinful movement. I can’t take my eyes from his chiseled abs and the lines of his muscles as Riff fills me up.
He stops suddenly, his cock pressed deep inside of me, and a smile comes to his face. It’s not Riff’s trademark cocky grin. He has an expression of pure joy on his face as his aura blossoms in my mind, and we’re finally Bonded. I feel all of his shame at his birthright, all of his laughter, all of his torment and tenderness as he lets me adjust to the size of his cock.
Riff’s warm smile broadens. “I feel you. I feel you, Petra, in my mind.” His voice is full of worship and wonder.
“I feel you too,” I gasp, and the whirlwind of colors that is Riff enters my mind. He has a light, flitting aura – one that darts in and out of my consciousness like a dancer. His eyes lighten until they’re like silver mirrors. I see myself, so helpless, the sweat covering my body and yet he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful creature in the world. His silver eyes dance with electricity - multicolored lightning bolts that appear and disappear so quickly I almost think I’m imagining them.
“Oh, Gods,” I moan, as he pulls his cock slowly from me and presses it back in. I’ll never get used to the utter pleasure of being taken by an Aurelian warrior. It’s not just their godlike physiques and their handsome features. It isn’t just that I’m being fucked by a man who looks like he’s been chiseled out of marble. No, the warriors have a presence to them, and I’ve never felt so safe. Any man who tried to harm me while this triad were by my side would be killed instantly.
As if he senses my thoughts - and perhaps he can, Kreos lumbers towards me. His aura is a dark, smoldering flame, ready to burst into fire at any moment. I ache for him to quench his flames inside of my body. While Riff leans back and slowly enjoys the feeling of being inside me for the first time, Kreos gently plays with my nipples, pinching and pulling to give me more pleasure than I’d ever thought possible.
“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” I gasp, and my slutty moans fill the room. Kreos leans forward and brings his tongue to my left nipples. He sucks eagerly, as his hand plays with the rest of my body, running up and down my trembling flesh. Goosebumps blossom on my skin as his aura burns inside my mind, the fires of his desire stoking my own desperate need. Kreos’ huge black beard tickles my body as his mouth sucks insistently on my hard, sensitive buds.
Riff moves his hips expertly in a rolling movement, the rhythm so in-tune with my body it’s almost as though we share the same mind.
We do.
The thought doesn’t scare me. I can feel the utter lust and need these three men have for me.
The doors hiss open, and I watch as Daran leaves the room. Part of me is disappointed, but I’m reassured through the Bond that he’s only leaving because he feels he has to. He feels only slightly more distant in my mind as he leaves, as though he’s a beast, pacing in a cage, and only I had the key to let him free.
Moments after he has sated himself, his cold nature returned – the restless animal that controls a crime family – but he’ll be back for more of me soon.
Besides, it’s hard to keep my thoughts on Daran while Riff and Kreos are bringing me to new heights of pleasure. Riff grins, his smile turning cocky as he licks his huge index finger and brings it down against my clit. That’s a new pleasure, sharp and almost painful given how sensitive my trembling body is.
“Oh, Gods, Riff, I don’t think I can cum again,” I gasp, my body still shuddering and my pussy lips gripping his shaft as he fucks me with those rolling hips; bringing pleasure higher and higher into my body and mind. Kreos nips lightly at my nipple, and the edge of pain heightens the pleasure to ever more incredible degrees.
Oh, fuck, I wish he would be merciless with me.
“My sweet toy, you’re not just going to cum once,” Riff warns, and he circles his index finger against my clit even more intensely. I can’t handle it. My body shudders and my hands try instinctively to push him away, but he’s so fucking strong.
Kreos lifts himself up and grabs my wrists, forcing my hands above my head. I look up at him with shock, but I feel the security of his aura.
“You are mine,” his voice emanates in my mind. I realize with a shudder that he felt my need for them to be rough with me through the Bond. One of Kreos’ huge hands is all it takes to pin my arms above my head and press them against the hard metal of the table, and now I’m forced to lay completely on my back, looking up at the beast-like warrior who’s controlling my body so easily.
I try to form words, but I simply can’t. It’s not the Bond that’s giving me pleasure now. This is exactly what I always craved, yet never got from the thin, sensitive men I’d been with in the past. This is primal – a dark need to be taken hard by powerful, devoted men… Men who’ll do anything to keep me safe. Lightning shocks of pleasure are building and building inside me as Riff forces me to cum from the insistent, clitoral sensation. His finger moves in faster and faster circles and my scream of utter pleasure fills the entire room as I cum so hard my vision blurs.
The storm of orgasm overcomes my being. Kreos reaches down with his left hand and grabs my left nipple, pinching and pulling so hard I gasp in delicious pain. The sensation sends me over the edge. I don’t even know who I am any more, as my body bucks and moves…
…but Riff doesn’t let up.
Instead, he fucks me harder and harder, removing his finger from my clit and gripping my hips instead. He’s ready to seed me and he’s losing himself in the animal need to claim my cunt as his own. The hard rutting of his cock, buried so deep inside of me, rolls my orgasm into yet another; and my body goes limp as the pleasure becomes too much to handle.
All I can do is try desperately to cling to my sanity as Riff growls and snarls, his beastly sounds mixing with the screams of pleasure that are coming out of my mouth as if they belong to someone else.
Riff’s cock finally spurts inside of me, adding his hot sticky load of seed to that of his battle-brothers. I’m so fucking full of the strong Aurelian cum that I can’t imagine any more can fit inside me, yet Riff’s body tenses as every muscle in his body becomes more defined and he unleashes ever more spurts of cum into me.
My pussy eagerly milks him as it contracts and spasms in the throes of my third orgasm, and I know I’m taking every last drop as Kreos leans forward and kisses me on my open, gasping mouth.
One alien warrior is impregnating me while another is kissing me deeply on the lips.
Finally – when I don’t think my body can handle any more pleasure – Riff pulls his cock from me. I moan and whimper as Kreos runs his hand through my hair. I can feel his barely-controlled need and I don’t think I can handle another round. My pussy is aching from being stretched to the utter limit by these two warrior beasts – and now I have a third staring at me with cruel desires.
Riff runs his hand up my trembling body as Kreos breaks off the kiss. Riff’s fingers calm my trembling flesh and I feel the utter devotion coming from his aura. His presence in my mind might be flitting, coming in and out of my consciousness, but I can still feel his servitude to me. It’s strange to think of it like that, but it’s exactly what it feels like. Riff aches to bring me everything I desire, to fill my days with joy, to give me a fraction of the pleasure and fulfillment that I give him.
I am their fated mate, and nothing will ever change that.
I’ve never felt so certain before. I’ve had three relationships before, and slept with two of those men – and yet both times regretted it when they used me as a ‘sure thing’ while they were pursuing other women be
hind my back. These Aurelians are so linked to me that I understand and believe that they’ll never look at another woman the same way again.
There’s certainty, but there’s also shock. My mind is trying to comprehend what it means to be Bonded to these dominant alien gangsters.
Nothing is certain any more. I was supposed to be working for an eccentric trillionaire, making statues. Now I’m drawn into a world that may be more dangerous than any I’d ever imagined.
I lay back, and thankfully Kreos can sense that there’s nothing left for me to give. If he fucked me right now, I’d just be a lifeless doll, taking his cock as he used me for his pleasure.
Instead, I gasp as Kreos picks me up as if I’m weightless, pulling me against him and hugging my sweat-soaked body in his massive arms. He squeezes me so tightly… and then sets me down again. His brutal, bearded face erupts into a smile and he laughs – a deep, booming, and comforting sound warped only slightly by his injured vocal cords.
I feel a child-like joy coming from the monster of a man as he looks down at me and smiles.
He’s still smiling as Kreos quickly dresses, then leaves the room. I’m alone with Riff. He makes sure the door is locked, then helps me sit down on a chair. I can feel the hot cum of these three warriors still leaking out of my body, and I worry that I’m going to ruin their furniture.
“Don’t stress, my gorgeous mate,” croons Riff, feeling my anxiety. I calm down as he stands behind me. Riff’s huge hands curl around my shoulders and slowly start to massage my still-trembling body.
I look at the kitchen and it presses into me that I’m on a spaceship, owned by these three dangerous mobsters, far out in deep space.
Suddenly the warmth of my orgasms and the comfort of Riff’s fingers subsides.
I’m so far from home. As I look around, the walls suddenly feel like they’re pressing in against me, and my heart pounds in sudden panic.
“Breathe! Take deep breaths, in and out.”
Riff’s voice is deep and steady as he counsels me. I take a huge, shuddering breath in, and then let it flow from my lungs.
Riff’s hands delve deeper into my muscles, finding knots I didn’t know I had and melting them under his insistent pressure. It’s so hard the massage balances me on the verge of pain, but every time Riff pushes his huge fingers into my aching muscles, I feel instant relief.
“You’re safe with us, Petra. Nothing will ever hurt you when you’re with us. We’ll set up a studio for you. You’ll have everything you need.”
I gasp, the panic coming back. This is really happening. My life is really being pulled into the sphere of these three men. I can feel their powerful auras deep in my mind, linked for eternity. Suddenly time opens up to me. I don’t just have another fifty or sixty years in this reality. I have thousands of years.
“I’m so scared somethings going to happen to us. I… I need to you tell me about your business.” I realize I need answers, and I need them fast. If I’m linked to these three Aurelian gangsters, I have to know that they aren’t cold-hearted killers. I can feel their need and devotion to me, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have a cold side to them.
Riff’s hands stop on my back. I feel his aura tense up. “Go get washed up and dressed. Meet us in the war-room.”
“The war-room?”
Riff sighs slowly. “Yes. It’s right before the cockpit. We’re going to war, my sweet. We’re going to war – and you deserve to know all the details.”
I shudder as his hands leave my body. I can feel three minds inside of mine, but suddenly I’m so alone…
They’re going to war.
I just allowed these men to take me and claim me as theirs. I just allowed them to become joined to me…
…and now they’re going to war.
15
Daran
A smile comes to my face as I imagine wrapping my hands around Don Slip’nak’s slimy throat. I’ve never felt so powerful before. I can feel Petra in my mind.
She’s given me the tools I need to take over this planet.
The war-room is set-up with a holographic map of planet Taton. I zoom around it, enlarging some sections as I give a thought to the territories and businesses owned by the different mob families.
Kreos and Riff enter the room together. I point to the territories of Don Slip’Nak and his Toad cartel.
“We start by crippling his weaponry,” I growl. “Then we strike deeper and deeper into his territory. You two feel it, don’t you?”
The globe shimmers and slowly rotates, but to my eyes it takes twice as long as it used to. Everything feels like that. It’s as if Kreos and Riff are moving in slow motion. The Bond has granted me speed.
I can suddenly see things as they really are, without the lag of my brain trying to process what my eyes take in. When I look at a table, I see every detail of it. I see every piece joined together. I can see every glistening drop of the sweat still dripping down my blood-brothers’ faces from the ecstasy of joining with our fated mate.
I can feel her, even now. She’s in the showers, washing our sweat from her body. I’ll not shower tonight. I want to feel and taste her scent on me. I want to have her with me. She’s granted me all the power in the world – and I will not waste it.
I will crush Don Slip’Nak and avenge my father.
I will take control of Taton, as is my birthright.
Kreos’ aura is dark and burning with the need to fight. We’ve waited too long. For decades, we’ve had to deal with the insults of Don Slip’Nak. We’ve had our men picked off, unable to mount a resistance.
Now we fight. The three of us alone are now powerful enough to take on anything.
Riff brings the coin out, and it dances quickly across his fingers. Too quickly.
I don’t understand why it doesn’t move in slow motion like everything else. My senses should be enhanced…
Riff sees my confusion. “I’m moving it three times faster than normal,” he laughs, his voice filled with wonder as he flips the coin from one hand to another. It spins in the air, a golden circle that catches the light. I never saw the beauty of the world as I do now. I never understood how precious everything truly is.
Petra.
I ache to have her again. The Bond pulses in my mind, drawing me towards her. Until I’ve seeded her and she’s filled with my child, the Bond will continue pulling and pulling me towards her.
But I can’t allow the Bond to control me. Now is the time for battle. Petra has given me the strength of ten men, and I will use it to claim what it rightfully mine.
I turn to study the territories of my enemy. It’s all so clear to me now. Petra was sent to me for a reason.
She is my destiny, and she is the key to taking back my father’s throne.
16
Petra
I can barely walk, still feeling the phantom memories of the Aurelian’s huge cocks inside of me. It’s a soreness that’s strangely pleasurable, and all I want to do is take a looooong bath and get myself composed.
But that’s not an option.
I can feel the auras of those three madmen tensing up. I know they’re discussing battle plans and I need to know the risks inherent.
Just my fucking luck to be Bonded to three Aurelians gangster who are about to get into an all-out turf war with a rival cartel.
I ignore the other women as I quickly shower off and slip into warm, comfortable sweatpants and a hoodie. Apparently, I can seduce the Aurelians in anything, but right now it’s time to be practical. I have to decide how close I’m going to get to these three men.
Tiana sees the tense expression on my face and instead of asking me questions, she gives me space, retreating to her bed to leave me alone with my thoughts. I appreciate that. She’s close enough to comfort me if I need it, but she’s sparing me the onslaught of interrogation I was expecting.
As I lie on the top bunk, I look at myself critically in the small mirror and snort.
What the hell do
these three men see in me?
It’s not just the Bond. They were staring at me before that, even when I was up for auction. It was as if I was the only woman on that slaver’s block.
I tap my fingers against the bedrails faster and faster, trying to work out the nervous energy.
“Petra! How are you doing that?”
I freeze, turning in confusion. Tiana’s staring slack-jawed at me from the bottom bunk.
“Doing what?”
“Your… Your fingers were moving so fast they were a blur.”
I look down at my hand and tap them again. They look like they’re moving at the right speed, but I realize the drumroll staccato of my hand against the bedrail is way too fucking fast.
“The Bond!” I begin to understand that my connection to the three Aurelians does more than just link me to them telepathically. My body is actually getting stronger, and my mind faster.
I look back to the mirror and suddenly I see myself clearer than ever before. The entire room seems to be enhanced, in fact – as if every color is brighter. It’s like I’m training a cognitive muscle I never knew I had.
I’m reminded of the first time I wiggled my ears. It felt impossible at first, then it just clicked. Now, reality is sharper, and I have a feeling it’s never going back to the same dullness again.
Oh, Gods! What would their bodies look like with my new vision?
I clench my fist. No matter how attractive those three Aurelians are… I need to get to the bottom of things. I need to know who the aliens are that I’m now inexorably linked to.
“That’s trippy. Gods, I’m so jealous.” Tiana is shaking her head in wonder.
I’ve been dealt a strange hand, but I have to admit it’s not all bad. A selfish thought is creeping up in the back of my mind…
Do I need the aliens to enjoy the extended life?
From what I know about the Bond, I’ll have thousands and thousands of years to live now, regardless of whether I stay with the three aliens or not.