by Corin Cain
I open my mouth to protest, but Raegan holds up a hand. I feel his will turn to steel in the back of my mind. The three of them are steel – mentally and physically. Now they’re naked, their armor stripped from them, and their cocks are stiffening.
“On your hands and knees,” orders Raegan.
My body obeys instinctively. I sink to my hands and knees, and Raegan moves beside me, trailing his hand across my back. He spits on his fingers, and I gasp as he reaches under the hem of my thin dress and presses his fingertips against my wetness.
“She’s in heat for you,” the Emperor observes. “Very good. If she is truly bonded, she’ll produce many strong warriors for you, for many thousands of years.”
Thousands of years? What does he mean? Oh, God!
I gasp out as Raegan slides his huge finger into me. He stretches me open, then pulls the digit from my wetness, leaving me feeling empty for only seconds before the huge head of his cock presses against my opening instead.
Then he fills me, with one violent thrust.
And he’s only the first to do so.
All three aliens ravage me, right in front of the crowd – their eyes burning bright. I cum hard in front of the audience of noblemen, losing myself completely in my shameful lust.
“I see it in your eyes,” the Emperor breathes as he watches our mating. “It’s true. Never before have three Aurelians been bonded to a single human. The three of you have earned the rank of Lord.”
When we’re done, and I’m dripping with the seed of the three towering Aurelians, the Emperor addresses Baldur, Karan and Raegan.
“I have heard of your valor in the pits. Killing a Scorp Queen without Orb-blades is a feat that will go down in legends. Now we have to deal with these Toads – who so foolishly thought they could enslave Aurelians. I will gather reconnaissance, and then it will be you three who bring Bugra back in line. For the next week, enjoy all the prestige of your position, and do what you must to make a son for our nation.”
16
Jasmine
I’m weak-kneed as I’m walked down the aisle of the Emperor’s throne room. The audience of Aurelians watch me as I pass – senators, nobility and powerful Lords who view me with both jealousy and curiosity. All of them wish to have a bonded mate of their own, who’d bring them to a position of prestige with the Emperor, yet only Baldur, Karan and Raegan have that fortune.
An Aurelian nobleman is assigned to lead us from the palace.
“This way,” he orders, leading us from the towering palace to a beautiful neighborhood close by.
Unlike the streets we’d walked through earlier, in this neighborhood the Aurelians out enjoying the day appear older and wealthier; most with beards, wearing ornate gold necklaces around their shoulders. The palaces we pass are huge; dwarfing even the magnificence of the palace where Elanor had prepared me for my audience with the Emperor.
We stop in front of a massive palace.
“This is the palace for the three of you,” our guide addresses my triad. “It has all the most pristine amenities, and a harem of servants at your disposal.”
Raegan stands imperiously. “Bring them out!”
The aide goes in. He comes out with fifty women, all beautiful. I’m thankful for Elanor’s touch – the way she transformed me into a beauty – because without her, I would as inconspicuous as a shadow compared to this sea of gorgeous women in front of me. Pangs of jealousy flash through me as I look at the sea of beauty.
“You!” Says Raegan, pointing to a platinum-blonde with massive tits. I’m jealous of how proudly she stands, thrusting her chest out. She steps forward with grace – demure and sensual, obviously aroused by the warrior in his armor.
“Yes, sir. How may I be of assistance?”
“Go to my estate and bring Elanor and the other three women you find there. That will be the first and last duty I require of you before you are dismissed. The rest of you – be gone! We do not wish for your services.”
The blonde looks shocked. All the other women slink away, equally disappointed – and my jealousy subsides.
“There can be no distractions,” Raegan explains to me. “And, really? You think a pretty pair of tits is anything compared to our bond?”
I look up at him wordlessly, grateful for the reassurance.
“Her plump tits will be nothing compared to yours once we’ve seeded you. Now, come with me.”
Her plump tits will be nothing compared to mine? What does that mean?
I follow Raegan into the huge palace. He leads me to a towering, ornate room. It’s empty, with a marble floor. I step into it, and I’m shocked by the softness of the rock. It should be hard and cold, but I leave footprints as I enter.
“What is this?”
He looks at me with his stern gaze. “This is a pleasure room, Jasmine. It responds to the will of the owners.”
He simply looks at the middle of the room, and the floor melts and molds, rising up to create a marble rectangle the shape of a chest.
“Mount it,” he orders, and I step forward, lost in the magic of the room.
I clamber astride the chest. I can still feel Karan, Raegan and Baldur inside me – still feel their seed dripping out of me, from our mating in front of the Emperor. They told me that until I’m with child, I’ll feel only more and more submissive to them. Right now, that seems impossible. I can’t even imagine my need to please them being even more intense than it is at this moment.
Karan steps in front of me, and rips my dress from me, tearing it apart. Then he looks at the seat I’m sitting astride.
The marble suddenly molds itself around me. I find myself encased at the shoulders, with only my neck and head free. The stone mold arounds my body, wrapping tightly around my waist. Then the walls themselves turn into mirrors, and I see myself from every angle.
I’m trapped except for my mouth, ass and pussy – my holes offered up to these Aurelian Gods. They stand around me in their powerful armor. Their dominance overpowers my mind. I’m trapped – simply a fucktoy for the three men – and I like it.
“Don’t move,” says Karan, with a cruel glint in his eyes. Then, to my astonishment, the three men turn and leave the room.
Then it starts.
The stone starts to vibrates ever so slightly against my clit. I try to squirm away from the sensation, but I can’t escape it. I’m trapped.
My nipples harden against the rock, and the stone molds itself to gently pinch my sensitive nubs. I suddenly realize that the room is them; complying with their unspoken, telepathic desires.
The door opens and the three Aurelians return – naked, and stripped of their armor.
Baldur stands in front of me. The marble moves, raising me up until my mouth is level with his cock. The vibration between my legs increases, and I find myself kept on the brink of orgasm – so close and yet so far away. Then the vibration stops utterly. The three men watch me, breathing in deeply through their noses, enjoying the scent of my arousal.
I’m surrounded by them, their chiselled bodies and cruel eyes making me feel drunk and powerless.
I moan out, a wordless plea for sensation – for them to mount me again and breed me.
“She aches for release,” says Karan, his voice dry with a cruel edge.
“She must learn that her pleasure is from service,” says Baldur, his voice equally tinged with delicious cruelty. I obediently open my mouth for his cock, extending my tongue and wishing he’d fuck my throat dominantly like he did back on the spaceship.
“Look how desperate she is to take you into her mouth,” Raegan laughs. “Her throat is empty when it’s not being abused by Aurelian cock.”
I sense him, just like I sense both the others. Raegan’s hunger is a slow burn in the back of my mind. The three Aurelians have controlled their animal need to fuck me hard, swallowing down their urges to take pleasure in my humiliation instead.
“Beg for his cock, Jasmine,” growls Karan.
“Please,�
�� I mean, my cheeks burning bright red with delicious shame and humiliation. “Please let me suck your cock.”
Baldur steps forward, and I wrap my lips gratefully around the head of his cock as he presents it to me. The moment I do, the vibrations starts again against my clit. I can see the three men surrounding me in the reflection from the mirrors – Raegan limping behind me, finally favoring his unwounded leg, instead of concealing his injury like he had done in front of General Asmod and the Emperor.
As Raegan approaches me, I gaze at the reflection of Baldur’s firm, powerful buttocks in the mirror; watching as they tense each time he thrusts his cock deep down into my throat.
The marble that encases me moves again, this time raising my ass into the air and presenting it to Raegan. He spreads my cheeks with his hands, and then presses his huge tongue against my asshole. It feels so fucking wrong to have his massive tongue swirling around my ass, pressing deep into my hole, but it also feels wonderful.
I gasp as best I can, around the huge Aurelian cock filling my mouth. I’m unable to protest the slippery intrusion in my bottom – but because of how good it feels, secretly I’m relieved I can’t object.
Karan watches. He’s enjoying being a voyeur, his cock massive and rock hard as he waits for his turn.
Raegan pulls his face from between my cheeks, wiping his mouth and pressing his cock against my slick opening. He enjoys my ass, but I can tell he wants to seed my sopping, wet cunt first.
He thrusts inside me, and fucks me hard and fast – using me for his pleasure. Raegan’s hand comes down hard on my bottom, spanking and slapping my ass for no other reason than his sadistic need to dominate me.
I can feel his presence in my mind, and it both scares and excites me. Raegan is cruel and commanding, powering his cock into me with no regard for how much of it I can comfortably handle with each stroke. Faster and faster he fucks me, even as my eyes water from Baldur’s rough throat-fucking.
“That’s right, take my cock,” Baldur growls, and he grabs my hair, forcing my head back so I have to look up into his eyes. They flash light green, both hard and cold. I feel his mind pulsing inside mine, utterly owning me. I can feel his pleasure rising, and I cum harder than ever before, knowing he’s about to fill my throat with his seed.
Finally, Baldur growls and cums, shooting load after load of alien cum deep into my mouth. He pulls out, spraying my face with the final spurts of his hot, sticky seed, utterly humiliating me.
Raegan grunts and impales me, holding his cock fully inside me as it twitches and pulses. He shoots his load deep inside my pussy. In the mirror, I can see the reflection of his stony face; but it’s in my mind that I can feel the torrents of pleasure coursing through him.
Raegan’s eyes flash and glow, golden and ethereal, and when he’s finally finished seeding me, he pulls his cock out from deep inside me.
“You’ve seeded her,” says Karan coldly, addressing his blood-brother. “Now, finally, go and see a doctor.”
Raegan nodded, and limps from the pleasure chamber. Baldur follows him out, utterly spent and satisfied too.
“Finally, we’re alone,” Karan says, walking around me and enjoying the sight of my helpless body. “You look like a used pleasure slave – cum dripping from your cunt and mouth.”
I feel so dirty and submissive, and I shudder at his insults. “I’m sorry,” I gasp, not even knowing why I’m saying the words.
He laughs, low and cruel. “You misunderstand, foolish human. This is how I want you. Utterly submissive. Utterly filthy for me. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll have no thoughts other than how to get your lips stretched further around my cock, or how you can entice me to fill you with more of my seed.”
I shudder, trapped by the mysterious marble. I can’t move an inch – but I can feel Karan in my mind. I can sense his sadistic need to tame me growing inside of him, and I understand now that it’s the bond that’s doing this to him. It’s drawing out every urge of his to dominate, just as it brings out my deepest, hidden desire to submit.
“I’m yours, Karan, for as long as I live,” I say, and with those words I seal my promise. I understand as I speak them that I’m now his – to use as he wants, and to fill with his seed.
Karan smiles, his wolf-like grin making me shudder with desire.
“With the bond, you’ll live for thousands of years. Thousands of years to spend serving my cock.”
I gasp.
“Thousands?”
“Oh yes. You’ll age like us – bear us hundreds of children, and spend your long life being bred again and again by our cocks. You are our toy, now. Our addiction. The cycle will continue over and over. We’ll grow more dominant, you more submissive, until you are pregnant again and again. Then, once you bear our child, the cycle will wait – until days, months, or years later. Then it will happen again. You will go in heat for us once more. You think you’ve experienced submission? I’ve read many things about the bond. The longer it goes before you are with child, the more you’ll ache to serve us.”
I can’t imagine needing to pleasure them more than I do right now. I stare at Karan’s cock, the way it throbs and glistens. I can feel Raegan’s cum still dripping down my thighs, and taste Baldur’s cum dripping down my chin. I can do nothing. I can’t wipe the seed from my cheeks and lips. I can’t even move an inch.
“I want you to understand just how weak and powerless you are against me,” Karan warns, his voice deliciously cruel. “You said you hated Aurelians. Now, you understand why. It’s because you finally understand how much stronger we are than you.”
Karan snaps his finger, and suddenly the marble molds and moves, leaving my body bare. He looks at me with fire in his eyes. Their color is blue and violent, and the sadism in them grows. He reaches out, and the floor under his hand liquifies and darts into his hand, forming a short whip with five wicked-looking strands.
“I’m going to catch you. I’m going to pin you down. I’m going to whip you. Then, I’m going to fuck your ass raw, and make you scream my name like the little whore you are. If you can make it to the door… Well, you’ll save yourself a lot of pain.”
My eyes go wide with both fear and lust. I lick my lips, still tasting Baldur’s seed on them. Then I stare at the cruel whip in Karan’s hand. I have no idea if I’ll be able to handle the punishment he’s capable of delivering with it.
I turn and run – but he’s on me in a second, throwing me to the ground. The seven-foot-tall beast of an man is infinitely too strong for me to resist. I try to push him off, but he just laughs at me. It’s as if Karan’s actually made of marble, the good it does trying to fight him off. I’d have as much luck pushing away a boulder.
Karan lifts me, throwing me over his lap as the floor of the room molds to create a seat for him. I’m suddenly over his knee, like some bratty and unruly child.
“Let me go!” I yell.
He slides his finger against my wetness, and breathes in my scent.
“You forget something, Jasmine. It’s not just that I can smell your wetness, and your need for me to dominate and punish you. I can feel it in my mind. You crave this. You crave this more than you understand. You can end this any time you want – all you have to do is not want it.”
I gulp dryly, and Karan laughs.
“Just think the thoughts – but you won’t. Your mind is begging for this right now. You’re just begging to be taken harder than ever before.”
My mind reels. I feel panicked, knowing that Karan can read my mind – and all the slutty thoughts I have teeming around in there. I suddenly imagine him whipping me in front of a huge crowd of Aurelians, or fucking my ass hard while my pussy begs for his touch, ignored and desperate. My imagination suddenly envisions him just tying me up, and using me like a toy.
“Oh, God, what’s happening to me?” I moan out.
He brings his hand down hard on my buttock, spanking me roughly, and his cock surges beneath me. No matter how turned on I am by
his dominant punishments, at least I know he’s even hornier…
“You’re turning into our slut,” Karan mocks, and he spanks me again.
His hand comes down over and over, and I watch myself reflected in all the mirrors surrounding us. I look so fucking slutty. I’m powerless – helpless – and so small and tiny as this massive, three-hundred-year-old alien spanks and abuses my ass. My nipples are as hard as diamonds, my pussy is sopping wet, and my whole body is begging for his touch.
Karan’s fingers graze my wetness, using my dampness to lube his huge finger. He coats it thoroughly with my soaking wetness, and then slides his finger gently into my ass. His single finger is the size of a good-sized human cock, and he slides it in and out of my ass over and over, again and again. As he fucks my ass with this finger, Karan’s thumb finds my clit, and I gasp and wriggle, the pain radiating through my abused ass and mixing with the sheer pleasure of his torturous touch.
“If you cum,” Karan warns flatly, “I’m going to use the whip on you.” My eyes widen, and I try to squirm away from his touch – but I’m trapped in his lap.
“Oh, my God,” I moan, wriggling as Karan’s huge middle finger stretches my ass and his thumb circles my clit relentlessly, faster and faster. Aurelians have more control over their bodies than humans, and his thumb circles my clit faster than any human’s fingers could. My pleasure rises and rises, and I desperately try to fight off my orgasm. The whip is on the ground, pure white and cruel, and only my desperation at avoiding its sting prevents me from exploding in orgasm.
“Surrender, Jasmine. Surrender to your lust.” Karan’s voice is feverous, barely holding on to his own seething desire.
Suddenly, Karen’s second finger slides into my ass alongside his first, and I can’t handle it anymore. The combination of being filled to the brim, in addition to his relentless thumb circling my clit, sends me over the edge.
I scream out in both pleasure and fear – wracked by orgasm, but simultaneously knowing that Karan’s going to punish me for climaxing.