by Corin Cain
Haleon throws his axe, just like I’d seen him do against the eagle, thirty years earlier, and it lands true – finishing off the wounded beast.
The first of the two creatures are down – and that’s when Brigg jumps forward, out of the jungle foliage. He dodges the stinger of one of the remaining monsters, and dances around the pinching claws of the second as he smashes his mace through the creature’s bony carapace. A second blow finishes off the first creature, before it’s even had time to recover its balance.
Brigg landed on the ground and pauses – studying his flailing, foaming foes. When he’s finally certain the three things are dead, he turns and ends the suffering of the writhing, whining panther with a blow from his Orb-Mace.
Only when they’re sure their enemies are dead do the three of them turn to me.
I stand there, Orb-Blade clutched in one hand, the pistol in the other, and my eyes widen as I see that it’s really them.
Stryker, Haleon and Brigg.
For real. They really exist.
I’ve known they had. I’ve known for the last twenty years, and that’s why I’ve spent them pursuing the impossible goal of finding that earthbound Orb.
But… But somehow, it still never felt real. Not until now. Not until I see them again with my own eyes.
The three men turn and look at me with similarly wide, open eyes – seemingly unable to believe that I’m really here.
Tears come to my eyes. I can’t believe it. All this time, and we’re finally back together.
Stryker has an amulet around his neck, a long, woven string with an Orb at the end. He staggers up to me, taking it off his neck to place it around mine.
“Aubrey, by the Orb-God, it’s really you!”
I gasp as I realize I understand him. Stryker runs his hand through his dark, curly, shoulder-length locks, and then reaches out to graze my forearm with his fingertips.
His touch sends electricity through me. I’ve been waiting over thirty years for that touch.
“You speak English now?”
Stryker shakes his head. “No. You speak Aurelian. The amulet lets you understand us.”
“I thought of you every day, Aubrey,” says Haleon, stepping closer, but keeping a wary eye on the jungle.
Brigg shakes his head. He’s clearly overjoyed to see me too – but cautious about how exposed we are. “It’s not safe here,” he warns. “Quick, come with us.”
Brigg holds his Orb-Mace aloft as he leads the way through the brush. The three men form a protective circle around me, and suddenly this dangerous planet doesn’t seem so scary anymore. I’m surrounded by three broad backs, and I remember the first time they surrounded me like this – when the eagle attacked so many years ago.
We walk for only a few minutes when I tense up, seeing more of the Scorps ahead of us.
“Watch out!” I yell, and Stryker smiles. Then I see more clearly. The Scorps are already dead, strung up as warning to others of their kind.
“Scorps will not come within a hundred feet of our home,” Haleon boasts.
I feel even safer as I pass by the grisly trophies, and we walk only one more minute before we get to a stream with a rocky cliff next to it. The three Aurelians move slowly, carefully stepping over trip wires. I look at them skeptically. Haleon reaches down and brushes his hand against one of them. Instantly, the sound of gentle bells rings out.
A warning system, if beasts come.
Stryker helps me up the rocky cliff-face and into a small cave, protected by a boulder just like the one from their mountain lair; which they heft aside for me to enter.
Their new home is smaller than their former cave, and filled to the brim with comfortable furs and a store of food to one side. In the corner is a warhorn, and I wonder if they were the ones to sound the alarm that the dragon was coming. Near it are pots, carved from stone. I recognize small mushrooms growing in some of them – the same as the ones that were used in the paste that saved Brigg’s life. I also notice the sweet, refreshing grass growing in other pots.
The three of them have a wooden table set up, crafted expertly. I nearly cry with joy when I see that there are four seats at the table. Have they really been waiting patiently for me all this time?
Then I shudder.
What if that seat is for another woman?
“There are four seats…” I say softly, knowing I can’t blame them if they took another mate while I was gone for over three decades.
“For you, my sweet. I crafted it myself,” Brigg boasts, his voice low and filled with happiness now that I’m safe and sound – back in their little home. I drink in his muscled body, each tattoo so elegantly inked on his flesh. His veins are that beautiful, vibrant green which has haunted my dreams every night for thirty years.
I’ve been walking for so long that my feet ache and my belly rumbles embarrassingly. Brigg pulls out the chair, motioning for me to sit. Before I can, he wraps me up in a huge bear hug.
“I feared I’d never see you again,” he whispers, and I know how broken his heart must have been, every day for the past thirty years. Haleon and Stryker join the hug, and suddenly I’m wrapped up and crushed between the three huge, muscular men – held close by their immense bodies.
“What… What were those things?” I ask, the moment they break off the hug. I don’t need to clarify the ‘things’ I was referring to. Clearly I mean the monstrous, pincer-handed creatures dragging that crippled panther through the forest.
“Scorps. It’s their venom which gives us strength. It’s their venom coursing through our veins that give us our virility. Our species are intertwined – Scorps and Aurelians. Without them, we cannot procreate.”
My eyes widen when I hear that – but Stryker changes the subject before I can learn more.
“Tell me, love. When did your hair change color?”
I smile. “It’s not real. I colored it so I’d look older. You… You have no idea what I went through to get back here.”
“Why did you ever leave?” Haleon demands, his voice suddenly hardening.
I breathe in deeply. They accepted my scars so easily. But this? This is something else entirely.
These three gorgeous, warrior aliens waited for me because they wanted a future with me. They thought I could give them what they needed so desperately...
Children.
But I can’t. I’m a broken woman. I look down, suddenly deeply ashamed of who I am, and what is wrong with me.
“You’re in pain,” says Brigg, and he stands behind me, wrapping me up in his huge arms to pull me close.
“I… I can’t bear your sons,” I gasp, and then suddenly sob.
If Brigg wasn’t holding me, I’d fall to my knees right now. I sacrificed everything to get here. I risked death to have life. But now I’ve told them my secret, that makes me worthless to them.
“What do you mean?” Stryker asks.
I shake my head. “I got tests with doctors,” I say, and realize that even with the amulet translating my words, they still don’t understand. “A… A medicine man, I guess you could say. He told me I can’t bear children. I am… I’m barren, like a field that won’t grow plants. I am like the ground, burnt by that dragon.”
“No. I will not believe this,” growls Haleon, and I see the anger in his eyes. It’s not directed at me. He’s angry with fate itself.
I smile so weakly, tears welling in my eyes. One slowly drips down my cheek. “Believe it, my love, for it is the truth. You can hear it in my voice.”
Stryker reaches forward, gently brushing my tears away. “We were cast out of our tribe, Aubrey, because we sacrificed many creatures – but we ached only for you. Our tribe said we had a duty to take another woman and grow our numbers…”
“…but if our mate wasn’t you, we’d rather have died alone,” Haleon murmurs.
I gasp, feeling the intensity of their love for me. What did I do, to deserve the devotion of these three gorgeous, towering men?
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fter three decades of exile on Earth, what didn’t I do?
Brigg kisses my ear gently. “The tyrant dragon has grown vengeful. Since you’ve been gone, many of our tribe have died to its flames, and there aren’t enough sons born to replenish our number. Our tribe are dying, Aubrey. And yet we forsook our duty, and so we have been pushed out of the tribe. Now we live on the outskirts, warning of attacks and killing the Scorps that have been pushed south because of the dragon’s rage. And yet, we take this duty willingly. Every night I dreamed that you’d one day find a way to return to us.”
Haleon’s face is rage. He clenches his fist. “The Orb-God would not bring you here unless you could bear us sons. You are barren to your own kind, but not to us.” His voice is firm, and he steps in front of me and kisses me softly, pushing away all thoughts of how unfair the world is.
I’ve been waiting thirty years for the sensation of his lips against mine. Under his touch I melt. The three Aurelians form a protective ring around me. Their hulking bodies block the light and form a barrier between me and the outside world. The seconds, minutes, hours, decades of stress, anxiety wash from me as Brigg gently traces his lips from my ear down to my neck. I feel like I am waking up from my nightmare of thirty years living on Earth and that it’s all being pushed back and far away.
The low growl from Stryker behind me sends shivers down my body. Hands roam over me, and I help the three aliens pull my clothes from my body before they rip them apart in the mating frenzy. The moment I am naked and vulnerable between the three men Brigg pulls me hard from his battle brothers.
“I have yet to claim her,” he snarls, his eyes wild with need. The alien warrior has ached for this day for decades. His lips draw back slightly, showing his teeth, and my heart pounds as I realize he would fight his own warrior triad for the right to have me. He pulls me against his body tight and I let go, forfeiting control. It took me decades of planning, deceit, and political manipulation to get here. It took iron control over my mind and discipline over my thoughts.
I let all that disappear as Brigg’s huge hands grab the flesh of my bottom and pull me up against the head of his huge cock. He holds me up in the air easily and I wrap my legs around his hard body. I stare wide into his golden flecked green orbs and gasp as he slides his cock into me. I haven’t been fucked in so long it feels like I’m losing my virginity again. The head of his cock is so fucking slick with Aurelian pre-cum that my tightness is no match for his throbbing, pulsating rod that slowly splits me in two.
“Oh Brigg,” I moan out in shock as I remember the feeling of being taken by an Aurelian. His muscled body presses against mine, all hard lines and impossibly defined abs as he pulls me closer.
“You’re mine, Aubrey,” he growls in response, his words slurred with desire. The only thing between us is the amulet as inch after inch of his alien cock impales me. I’m so helpless in his arms.
“You’re ours,” comes a dark voice in my ear as Stryker stands behind me. I bite my lip in nervous anticipation as his huge tongue licks at the nape of my neck. I’m trembling like this is my first time, shuddering and losing control over my own body as Brigg pulls me down onto his cock. A tiny moan of pleasure and surprise leave my mouth as I feel him impale me fully until every inch of his cock is inside me. My mind goes blank. My mouth is open and I can’t seem to shut it as I relish in the lavish sensation of being complete filled. Brigg’s cock pulses inside me, and every twitch of the huge thing sends waves of pleasure and anticipation through me.
Brigg lays down on a thick fur while he is still inside me. It’s so easy for the Aurelian to move me around like I’m a toy. I might be on top of him, but his firm hands on my hips tell me who is in charge. I try to ride him, but he grips my hips and pulls me up and down on his body, and I relinquish all control as I stare down at the powerful alien warrior. His eyes have lost all humanity. He is a beast, using my body for his pleasure as he pulls me up and down on his massive cock. Shuddering pleasure washes through my body and I bite my lip, unable to stop slutty moans from echoing through the cavern.
I want to say something, anything, but no words can form in my mind. The three Aurelians have control over my very thoughts. With them I lose the rational part of my mind and become something else. Brigg growls in pleasure as he uses me, and his sound of ecstasy fills me with a dark pride. I want to please these men. I want to give them everything they have dreamed of for decades.
Briggs grips my hips hard and pulls me down completely on his cock, filling me again. The sensation of having his cock fully inside me is nearly too much to handle. My mouth opens in a soundless gasp, and Haleon stands over me, his huge cock bobbing with anticipation.
Haleon’s grey-green eyes shimmer as he stares down at me. He looks at me possessively, as if he owns my body and mind and he’ll never let me go. I shift on Brigg’s cock as Haleon gently strokes my hair then gives me what I need. He leans forward and I take his cock gratefully in my mouth, feeling more complete. Haleon’s dick is dripping pre-cum and the taste sends me in a frenzy. I squeeze my pussy tight on Brigg’s cock, and he can’t resist. He bucks wildly, making my entire body bounce as he takes me hard.
A moment later I get what I’ve been craving. Stryker positions himself behind me and wraps his arms around my tits, massaging my nipples. He pinches and pulls them, sending pain and pleasure through my body as his highly lubricated cock-head presses against my asshole. I would moan out in pleasure and tell Stryker to take it slow but my mouth is filled with Haleon’s cock. I look up and see his eyes turning hard. Sweat drips down his gorgeous body as he snarls like a wildcat and grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my mouth forward on his huge dick. I feel so out of control as Stryker’s massive dick presses past all resistance and fills me.
Then I am complete. Everything is perfect as the three men enter me, fucking me in unison. Their minds seem as though they are one being in three bodies, their cocks thrusting into my holes rhythmically. I am so helpless and miniscule.
“I’m going to fill you with my seed and truly make you mine,” growls Brigg, and his words send true pleasure through me. Drool drips from my mouth as Stryker uses my mouth as his toy, fucking it as though it’s my wet pussy. The deeper he thrusts into my mouth the more pleasure I get, and I use my hands to massage his massive, hanging balls as he takes me. Shuddering pleasure grows and grows in my body, and I’m on the verge of an orgasm that is going to take my mind.
I stop thinking of what is. I stop thinking that I am deficient, that I am a failure as a woman. Brigg’s words are filled with certainty. He believes deep in his heart that he is going to make me bear his children. Stryker toys at my nipples, gently playing with them as he rocks his cock deeper and deeper into my ass, his lips against my ear. I feel so fucking tiny between the three men.
“Cum for me, my little toy,” he whispers in my ear, and his words trigger a reaction in my body. My pussy convulses and contracts at his command and shocking pleasures washes over my mind. I lose all semblance of rationality as the three men lose themselves in animal pleasure. Their cocks spurt into me as one, thick ropes of alien cum in my mouth, pussy and ass as their animal growls fill the cavern and I am truly claimed by the Aurelians. Their cocks seem to grow and throb even more as they seed themselves inside me and a feeling of utter rightness fills my mind as Brigg empties his balls deep in my eager cunt.
When we’re done my body is not my own. It shudders and trembles in the aftermath of my orgasm, and I feel so vulnerable and tiny.
I squeeze down between them, losing myself in their muscles and their musk. The three men run their hands over my trembling body as tears stream from my eyes.
“Are you hurt, my love?” Brigg asks tenderly.
“I’m j-just,” I gasp out, my voice breaking as emotion floods over me, “I’m just so happy.” I bawl my eyes out in the joy of finally being reunited with these three men – the triad I haven’t gone a day – an hour – without thinking of for thirty years.
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p; I’d have felt so foolish crying in front of any other man, but in front of these three, I feel like I can be as open and vulnerable as I truly feel.
Stryker kisses my ear gently. “You broke our hearts, Aubrey. Perhaps that’s earned you quite the punishment.” He gently brings his hand down to my bottom and squeezes tight. I melt when I remember the way he put me over his knee all those years ago, and roughly spanked me. My nipples harden into sensitive buds as I imagine him spanking me like that once again.
I bite my lip, my cheeks reddening, and then I realize that here, I should have no shame. They love me – they truly do. Stryker, Haleon and Brigg all waited thirty years for me; and there’s nothing I can say or do that will ruin that.
“You don’t need an excuse to punish me,” I whisper, barely able to get the words out. Stryker’s cock surges as I admit my desires, and he massages my body, his huge hands working my sore thighs. A little giggle leaves my mouth as I realize how badly Stryker wants to spank me. I can tell from his voice that he’s been aching for it every night for the last thirty years.
Haleon kisses me tenderly, squeezing our bodies together – his cock rock-hard.
Brigg lays near my feet, gently taking my right foot and massaging it.
Haleon gazes into my eyes. His eyes are still that familiar light grey that I saw in my dreams every night for thirty years – a slate-colored hue touched with green that I could vividly recall in my mind simply by closing my eyes.
He smiles wickedly. “I’ve thought often of putting you over my lap and turning your bottom red,” his words a dark promise. My pussy tingles in response to Haleon’s statement, and I bite my lip, unable to meet his eyes any longer.
Haleon gently forces my chin up with one huge finger. “No, Aubrey, don’t be ashamed. We will give you everything you ache for, and more. We will give you the sons you never thought you could have.”