Sold to the Alien Smugglers: A Fated Mates Romance (Captive Mates Book 4)

by Corin Cain

  Quint and Lucius stare at us as their leader assaults me with his lips and tongue. Their eyes are fixated on me, and their hands move as if hypnotized as they slowly unwrap their togas – revealing the cut-glass perfection of their marble-white bodies.

  The crowd of jiggling, glistening Toads jeer and scream. I try to push the presence of them out of my mind – pretending this is happening anywhere but here. Instead, I focus as my eyes dart back and forth between Marcel’s battle-brothers; drinking in the sight of the two Aurelians’ hard, chiseled torsos. The towering giants have abs carved like a sculpture into their hairless, marble skin. Now they’re naked, the clearly defined perfection of their hewn Adonis belts points like an arrow – down directly toward their…

  I gasp.

  Marcel’s tongue invades my gaping mouth, and I moan instinctively. My mind is flooded with the sight of those two, huge Aurelian cocks.

  They’re too fucking big!

  They’re like twin baseball bats, throbbing and swollen, drooling pre-cum in glistening silver strands.

  My mouth waters. My nipples harden.

  I know Aurelian pre-cum is an evolutionary solution to one overriding problem.

  Natural selection provided Aurelians with a constantly dripping source of natural lubrication – to allow those impossibly huge cocks of their species to sink deep inside the tiny, tight cunts of human females. Without it, the Aurelians would tear them apart.

  I’m still scared that will be the case, and I squeeze my thighs together in fear as I’m hypnotized by the sight of those pearly, glistening streams. A trail spews from the slits of those two huge cocks, right down to the ground between the Aurelian’s feet. Despite my fear, though, I’m suddenly soaking wet; and the pressure of clenching my thighs together only exacerbates the hot heartbeat I feel between them – of how fucking turned on I am right now.

  Marcel, meanwhile, is aware of only me. He devours me – his tongue swirling around my mouth, ignoring all resistance.

  Heightening all this is the relentless teasing, squirming intensity of the pleasure dress I still wear. It tantalizes every inch of my skin it touches – electrifying my arousal. I breathe in desperately, exulting in the deep, masculine musk of Marcel’s highly aroused body.

  Even in this dank and fetid Toad ship, swilling with filth and garbage, I suddenly smell only Marcel; and it’s heaven. The scent is his and his alone, and it drives me wild. For all this time, I’d been keeping my thighs tightly clenched together, but as my lungs fill with his pheromones, they suddenly snap open like a spring trap – stretching wider instinctively, inviting the huge, alpha male to fulfil his biological destiny.

  I embrace my own. All resistance is gone, now. I know what my purpose is. I surrender.

  I now accept that my body craves Marcel. I crave him like an addict craves his next hit. Marcel is as essential to me as oxygen. I want him – and I want him to surrender as I have done; to let go of everything that he’s holding back so he can fuck me like destiny intended.

  And then, suddenly, Marcel draws his head back, gasping for air – and those slate-grey eyes of his change.

  There is no more thought in them – no more humanity. I might as well be looking into the eyes of a wild beast. He even roars like one – snarling like a bear and making me draw back in fear. The rigid timber I’m bound to is unyielding, though – and presses against my back no matter how hard I struggle. Meanwhile, the ropes bite at my wrists.

  There is no escape.

  For a moment, I try to close my legs again – although I’m not sure how rational the ‘rational’ part of my brain is being as it screams out to me not to let this happen…

  I no longer have any choice in the matter – and I wouldn’t have wanted to stop this even if I could.

  With a snarl, Marcel bats aside my last attempt at resistance – using his other hand to wrench apart my thighs, spreading me wide. He wouldn’t even feel any resistance if I desperately try to close them; but that’s no longer a possibility even if I’d wanted it to be. My pussy is now soaking fucking wet and my nipples are as hard as steel; painfully taut in desire for the massive, alpha beast.

  Marcel’s muscles swell and tense. His biceps bulge. His forearms flex, the veins standing out and throbbing as desire pumps through them. Sweat drips from Marcel’s forehead as he lifts the hem of my dress and presses the huge head of his cock against my bare, defenseless little slit.

  Each beat of his racing heart makes his cock throb and twitch against my clit. Electric need pulses through my body.

  I’m so wet for him – but get even wetter as Marcel’s throbbing cock smears pre-cum across my pussy, coating my glistening lips. Will it be slick enough to allow that huge shaft to slide inside me? Or will it tear me apart?

  I don’t care either way. I need that huge cock deep inside of me – now!

  The last of my resistance evaporates. My legs fall limp. Marcel’s eyes roll upward as he presses forward into me – finally spreading the lips of my pussy apart and sinking inside of me.

  I’m so fucking weak – so defenseless against the inexorable pressure of that thick, steel shaft.

  “Yes!”

  I gasp out in shock and desire as Marcel finally opens me. He snarls, his body growing taut as he tries desperately to hold back – to not ruin me with his first thrust. His jaw clenches. His teeth grind. His lips draw back in an animalistic snarl.

  I sense that Marcel’s instincts are commanding him to impale me – to sink every inch of that massive cock deep inside me, consequences be damned. His body shudders with desire. His steel fingers clench my thighs like he’s holding on for dear life – so hard he’s going to leave bruises that I’ll wear with pride.

  He wrenches my legs apart, opening me wider for him. His thick, throbbing cock stretches me as it sinks inside; my body trying desperately to adjust to the thick skewer stretching and filming me.

  I want to run my hands over Marcel’s huge, sweaty body – to feel his chiseled abs beneath my fingertips – but my hands are tied tightly above my head, secured by those sentient ropes. I fight desperately against them, but I know I can’t escape.

  Marcel buries his face into the crook of my neck, sucking in a lungful of my scent – shuddering as he works his huge, hard dick deeper and deeper inside of me. He forces himself further, never drawing back, and the instant I’m almost able to handle it all, he then forces more inside me.

  Yes, there’s pain – rough, scalding pain…

  …but his alien pre-cum numbs the agony, drenching me in euphoria instead. Beneath the pain is a dark, deep, endless pleasure. It feels so fucking wrong – and yet so fucking right, all at the same time. It’s as if I’ve needed this darkness forever, without even knowing it. Marcel’s pre-cum mixes with my wetness, opening me up even wider for his thick, powerful cock.

  My mind is melting.

  My head flops back, and I look over Marcel’s thick, sweat-soaked shoulder. As my eyes focus, I find myself staring at Quint and Lucius. The two of them stand there, naked and aroused, stroking their huge cocks as they watch Marcel claim me – eager to take their own turn in seeding me.

  Meanwhile, Marcel yanks his head back up and meets me gaze – snarling like a beast; his hands sliding up my thighs and sinking into the cheeks of my ass, pulling me tighter against him to meet each new thrust.

  He can’t hold back any longer.

  Fear and lust commingle, flooding my mind as Marcel thrusts deeply again and again, working every inch of his too-big shaft into my too-tight cunt.

  Pain ripples across my body for a millisecond….

  …and then suddenly transforms into an intense, euphoric pleasure that’s so deep, and black, and endless that I feel as if I’ve been sucked into the void itself; to whatever exists in the blue-black nothingness of an Orb.

  Marcel becomes me, and I become him.

  It’s as easy and difficult to explain as that. Like flicking a switch, two become one; and yet more than the both of
us, all at the same time.

  My first instinct is to panic. I don’t know what’s happening!

  Suddenly I can see through his eyes – just for a shattered second, and then back into mine, but it’s too late to ever forget the experience now. We are joined. I can feel everything Marcel feels.

  I feel him starving for me.

  He’s been starving his whole life for me – remorselessly, unquenchably hungry for a woman he’d never even met; thought he’d never even find.

  She’s me.

  My mouth stretches open in soundless ecstasy as Marcel’s tongue laps at my throat, hot and wet all the way up to my ear. The sound of his scalding breath is suddenly amplified. The flawless pores of his marble skin are suddenly crisp and high definition. Every inch of his being is suddenly magnified, and focused, and distilled.

  The world is as I’ve never seen it before, and that’s when I finally understand.

  The Bond.

  Marcel’s aura suddenly explodes in my mind; like the birth of a new galaxy in the universe of my consciousness.

  Suddenly, I live his emotions.

  It’s like a window into Marcel’s soul – but within, I sense nothing except the mating frenzy – the overriding imperative to seed me, and breed me; greater even than his need to breathe.

  My body quakes beneath his onslaught, but the Bond transforms the pain of being split in half into an endless, euphoric pleasure. Tears stream down my cheeks from the intensity of this brutal mating, and my body falls limply against the ropes. I can’t even hold myself up anymore – not as the dominant alien claims me with thrust after thrust. I just hang there as I let myself be claimed completely – owned by a creature that was born to have me.

  Then, as this new reality coalesces around me, I start to drink it all in again. I hear sounds – slutty, gasping moans – and realize that they’re emerging from my own lips, seemingly against my will, moaning and gasping as Marcel takes me.

  Everything is louder. Crisper. Clearer. Even the slap of flesh-on-flesh filling my ears – echoing like gunshots as Marcel clenches my ass cheeks and forces me to accept each of his desperate thrusts.

  And then, finally, he’s fully inside of me – his huge, swollen balls pressing against my ass.

  A new tidal wave of ecstasy pulses through me – flooding my mind as I feel those huge balls pressed against me. I know they’re filled with his hot, virile cum. All I can imagine is his cock throbbing and swelling as Marcel empties himself inside of me; fulling a purpose programmed millennia ago.

  The Bond is made for breeding.

  Every desire I’d ever have for a huge, virile, alpha male to cum inside me is now magnified to the power of a hundred. As Marcel thrusts himself inside of me, I find myself obsessed with the mental image of his thick, powerful seed flooding me in hot spurts. I can barely breathe from the intensity of my desire. I need his cum more than I need oxygen itself.

  As I yearn for his release, the pleasure within me builds and builds – erupting into waves of golden darkness that overtake my rational mind and turn me into nothing but a compliant, submissive toy for this frenzied, alien warrior.

  My body shakes and quivers as my orgasm finally erupts, spilling waves of hot pleasure rippling across my mind and body. My pussy clenches like a vice against Marcel’s thrusting cock – my body instinctively trying to milk him for his seed.

  I need his cum.

  Oh, my fucking Gods! I need his cum!

  It’s the only thought in my mind. Nothing else exists.

  “Cum in me,” I plead, my words garbled by lust. Marcel hears my desire, however, if not my words – and he pulls his head from the crook of my neck, staring at me with his huge, slate-grey eyes.

  Except they’re no longer grey – the emotionless grey of granite stone.

  Now, suddenly, they shine at me like verdant planets – green, and lush, and abundant. My orgasm intensifies as I lose myself in his gaze – the pleasure unending, sending ripples of pleasure shuddering through me, each jolt of pleasure enhanced by the power of the Bond.

  I can feel his aura – and I can feel how my moaning demand ignites something deep and feral inside him.

  If the mating frenzy is like a raging bonfire, I just poured ethanol across it – and I’m only getting started.

  “Cum inside me,” I demand again, and this time my words inflame his desire into a raging inferno.

  Marcel roars, his eyes locked on mine. He thrusts harder and harder, no longer holding back as he slithers his massive dick completely out of me, and then slams it back inside with violent, brutal thrusts. His muscles bulge and flex – already huge, but now growing bigger as if the Bond is physically changing him.

  It’s not just my imagination – I can see it! His body is growing taller and more powerful, even as Marcel buries himself inside of me.

  I feel so fucking tiny compared to him – so deliciously helpless.

  Marcel impales me with his cock one last time, and I scream out as he holds it deep inside me. I feel his steel-hard shaft throb – and then feel the heat of him shooting his cum inside me.

  His cock grows bigger – stretching me wider and filling me even more completely as he seeds me. Rope after rope of hot, potent cum shoots inside me. My pussy clenches against his hugeness, milking him desperately, and my orgasm rolls into something more powerful as I accept every scalding spurt.

  My mind suddenly goes blank.

  The Bond blasts my existence with a wave of black-gold pleasure that’s so deep – so filthy wrong, and yet so instinctively right – that I lose all idea of who or where I am.

  My mind is suddenly nothing but a supernova of ecstasy – pulsating and igniting in power with each spurt of cum shot deep inside me.

  I gasp for air, my head rolling back. As oxygen floods my lungs, my vision slowly clears. I look up, and find that the colors of this amphitheater are suddenly brighter. I breathe in, and the scent of Marcel remains similar – yet suddenly so vividly different from that of his battle-brothers.

  I focus on Marcel’s face and stare in wonder. It’s like a veil has been lifted from my eyes – and everything is in full-color for the first time in my life. I drink in the lines of Marcel’s anvil jaw, the endless, light green of his newly-colored eyes, and the bliss he’s broadcasting through our shared consciousness – his feeling of awe and gratitude at finding his Fated Mate.

  Suddenly, everything is in focus – and as Marcel empties the last of his seed inside me, the mating frenzy finally subsides from his aura. Still buried inside me, Marcel becomes the man I knew again; panting with exertion.

  He slowly pulls his still half-hard cock from inside me – and my pussy clenches, instinctively trying to keep his seed within. The moment his cock is gone from me, I feel so empty – needing desperately to be filled again.

  As I shudder and twitch beneath him, Marcel runs a gentle finger down my cheek, staring into my eyes tenderly. I sense a wave of protectiveness washing over him, as vivid through his aura as my own emotions. He funnels that warmth and affection into my being. I truly see how much he cares about me – more than he even cares about his own life.

  His love for me is endless.

  Marcel steps back – and Quint and Lucius step forward, as if one single mind controls all three of them.

  If one Aurelian made me feel tiny, imagine two of them… Compared to these two towering warriors, I’m nothing. I feel tiny as they loom above me.

  Their huge cocks are swollen and throbbing – each of them dripping hungrily for me. Their eyes stare into mine like men who’ve been crawling across a desert, toward the promise of an oasis – not sure if it’s a mirage or not, but willing to risk anything and everything to drink their fill.

  To drink of me.

  The Bond thrums in my mind. I gasp soundlessly, my mouth stretching open in unspoken need.

  I suddenly realize that it’s not enough to be seeded by only Marcel. The Bond demands that I submit to each and every member of the w
arrior triad - Marcel, Lucius, and Quint.

  I can feel Marcel in my mind, still – his aura dominant, controlling, and protective. He steps behind me, looking out at the crowd of cheering, jeering Bullfrogs and Toads over my shoulder. He’s in my mind now – and I’ll never be alone again. I’ll be linked to his firm, powerful reassurance for as long as I live.

  My rational thoughts struggle to find a voice in my suddenly crowded mind. I stare down at Quint and Lucius’s huge, hungry cocks – bobbing up and down in front of me, swollen with need. The mating frenzy might have subsided in Marcel, but the two other Aurelians are still fervent and feral; aching to claim their mate.

  Lucius steps forward first, kissing me deeply, his tongue slipping into my mouth. I can still feel Marcel’s cum dripping down my thighs, and yet I feel so empty and I’m aching for more. Lucius’s hands follow my arms upwards, running across my goose bump-covered skin, before grabbing my wrists. With a harsh breath, he rips the ropes apart and frees me.

  My arms drop uselessly to my sides. My muscles won’t respond to my brain’s orders. I fall forward, but Lucius catches me effortlessly, and reaches forward to undo the ropes around my legs. He maneuvers me as easily as he might a doll – gently supporting me as he lowers me down onto my hands and knees.

  I can’t resist his unspoken commands. I drop onto my knees, and then arch my ass up for him instinctively – as if I’m a bitch in heat. The spongy, marble-colored floor is mysteriously soft on my knees, and the crowd screams in approval as they see me adopt the mating position; offering my cum-dripping pussy to Lucius and Quint.

  As I kneel there, my senses are overwhelmed. My hearing is suddenly so sharp and enhanced. If I focus, I can make out each and every individual jeer from any of the hundreds of braying Toads.

  But, they’re nothing to me – not any longer.

  Toads are just greedy, frightened little creatures – small, and ugly. They’re weak and craven compared to the deadly beauty and sleek purpose of my warrior triad.