Sold to the Alien Gladiators: A Dark Reverse Harem Romance

by Corin Cain

“Yes. We’ll be the ones sent. Finally, we’ll have our revenge on the Toads.”

  My muscles flex at the thought of pacifying the planet. The Toads made a mistake trying to enslave Aurelians. Now, they’ll lose an important trading planet to the Aurelian Empire – and it will be all because of us.

  We fly to the palace instead of walking, not wanting to keep the Emperor waiting. In truth, we’re all eager to hear what he has to say. It’s only been a week since we landed back on Colossus, yet I’m itching for combat again already. The thought of shoving my Orb-blade down a Toad warrior’s throat makes my blood boil.

  I pilot the ship down to the landing pad of the Emperor’s palace and we make our way to the throne room.

  My hackles rise the instant we enter. Every Elite is in their ceremonial armor. General Asmod is in the front row, and his eyes burn as he stares at us.

  “Stand in front of me,” says the Emperor gravely. The three of us stand before him, wondering what is so important that the Elites have all donned their armor.

  “It’s Asmod. He’s raising tensions. The Elites think there may be an election called. That’s why they are in full ceremonial armor. This isn’t a court martial.” Baldur telepaths the words logically, and I nod almost imperceptivity, acknowledging them.

  “These are serious times,” the Emperor addresses us. “We have done our recon. It is my decision that Bugra will be taken into the control of the Aurelian Empire. The Toads are waiting for our reprisal. They will not go down without a fight – but they’ll not receive reinforcements from the Toad Empire, either. The Toad King knows that the slavers on Bugra made a grave error, and he knows that the only means he has of protecting them is to brings one of his planet killers nearby. If he does that, he could risk an all-out war for the universe. Even the Toad King knows Bugra is not worth such a gamble.”

  We nod in agreement.

  “Yet we must have a surgical strike,” the Emperor continues. “One that topples their regime and brings the planet into our fold long before the Toad nationalists can react and convince their King to take foolish action. I will send the three of you to lead a small strike force. You must storm the palace and kill their rulers. You’ll fly the Aurelian flag above their palace within three days.”

  I nod, eager for battle. The three of us will lead Reavers into Bugra and take over the planet for the glory of the Empire.

  “You will leave your bonded female behind. There is no place in battle for the future of our empire.”

  There’s a commotion behind me. I turn, and General Asmod has risen. “This is foolishness! We cannot send the three Aurelians who are bonded to this woman into battle. The bond may corrupt their minds, but they are still needed to bring forth sons through the power of the bond. For too long, our race has dwindled in battle! They are needed here, to bring forward more sons!”

  Elites nod and murmur in ascent.

  The Emperor rises slowly. The ancient Aurelian still exudes power. “These three are warriors first, and they have to right to prove themselves further in battle. You have not called an election, and I am still Emperor! I have lead for thousands of years, and I have given the Empire some of its most fruitful years. My judgement does not deserve to be questioned.”

  Asmod thrusts his chest out. “Fruitful years? Look how our species has suffered! In the early days of our Empire, the bond was not so rare! Just one thing changed! We outlawed slavery! Back in the old days, an Aurelian would fuck thousands of human women, not just the ones who willingly joined his harem. That’s how we found bonds between us and the human women, and that’s how our species grew. Your weakness and capitulation to the humans will be the death of our race. Slavery is the only way for our species to grow again.”

  The crowd of Elites are listening to Asmod, enthralled by his words. Buoyed by their support, the old man steps forward and growls: ”I call for an election! I submit my bid. Who supports it?”

  A rousing cheer goes up from his side of the room. Aurelians on both sides of the center aisle stand, pledging their support for the fiery general.

  The Emperor waits until the room quiets.

  “Very well,” he growls. “An election will be held in one week. Until then, however, I am still supreme ruler, and I am still sending these three to Burgra. There will be honor for my strongest men to be defending their bonded female. Aurelians are not slavers. We can hold no one without their will. Your old ideas died out many thousands of years ago, Asmod, and they will not be reborn.”

  I stand taller at his words, filled with pride.

  The Emperor turns to address my triad.

  “Raegan, Baldur, Karan – report to the barracks. You will find your army there.”

  My hand rests over the hilt of my Orb-blade. It is not unheard of in our histories to have violent coups. Democratic elections are relatively new for our warrior species. I hope we’ll still have an Emperor to return to, when Bugra falls beneath the Aurelian flag.

  As the Emperor falls silent, General Asmod scoffs at him, and turns to leave the assembly. Nearly half of the gathered Elites follow him, demonstrating their support.

  “He’ll need more than just Elites. Everyone in Aurelian gets a vote, and the populace long rejected slavery.”

  Karan gives me a knowing look as we leave the Emperor, walking back towards our ship.

  I wished I shared his confidence.

  “You’d be surprised. Some Aurelians complain that their harems are too small, that the supply of willing human females is not enough.”

  Baldur snorts. “Any Aurelian who cannot attract hundreds of humans willingly is worthless. Do not be concerned. General Asmond will lose the election. As for us? We have a war to win. Put thoughts of the General out of your mind, and focus on how we will take Bugra instead – with the least bloodshed possible.”

  I pilot our ship to the barracks, and we walk into the training grounds. Row upon row of Aurelian warriors stand before us. Some are battle-tested veterans, with ancient scars. Our doctors can fix the blemishes, but for the same reason that and Karan and I left the wounds from the gladiator’s arena mar our skin, the warriors have left theirs.

  They’re the marks of battle. We wear them with pride.

  I stand in front of the three-hundred Aurelian shock troops.

  “Bugra has wounded the honor of the Aurelian Empire. They thought they could hold us – make us fight like beasts for them. We will show them the wrath of our armies.”

  The Aurelians roar together, an abrupt, brutal sound. They shift, hands twitching as if they want to pull out Orb-blades and start the battle now. The three-hundred warriors were called back in the middle of campaigns, and many still have fresh wounds and battle-hardened minds. It’s torture to be pulled out of battle; but they’ll soon be plunged back into it.

  I speak for my blood-brothers when I admit that I share the desire to see combat again. Everything here on Colossus feels dull – or, at least, it would if we didn’t have Jasmine. The adrenaline of battle is like a drug, and only our desire for our bonded-mate is more addictive.

  “We will move quickly,” Karan continues my address to our troops. “Strike before the Toads know we’re even there. We’ll storm their capital building and seize their government!” To which the troops chant in approval.

  We already know the plan. Even before our first campaign, we learned many forms of warfare during our decades in the military academy. Bugra will be a textbook surgical strike. The Toads top-down leadership structure will fall easily when we overwhelm them. Since the planet is on the border, it will be even easier to pull it into the fold of the Aurelian empire. The Toads will protest, but diplomatically they know that the slavery of Aurelians could have lead to much, much worse for them.

  It could have plunged the entire universe back into war.

  Aurelians are a reserved species in our daily life. Until we battle, or stand ready to battle, we hold back the violence in our hearts. But now, I imagine storming the Bugra parliament – of
killing guards in arcs of blood. The taste of blood and war inflames me, and I imagine leading other Aurelian armies through the universe, conquering more planets of the Toad empire, and freeing more human slaves from the Toads’ captivity.

  22

  Jasmine

  I try to pull the vibrating beads from within me as I writhe on the bed, but they won’t budge. Pleasure mounts and falls as I’m tortured by exquisite sensations. When the three Aurelians finally arrive back home, I’m a puddle of submission. They pull their armor off, their lust spiking in my brain as I feel their eyes on me.

  The Aurelian’s eyes are hard and intense. The three of them seem different then when they’d left, adorned in their full Orb-armor. Now they’re returned, they have new purpose in their eyes.

  I try to stand to greet them, but my legs are weak and shaking. The pleasure beads hum faster as Karan watches me with a cruel smile. The three of them stand with their cocks fully erect, demonstrating their mastery of the torrents of need that I can feel flowing through them.

  They’re seething with lust as they watch me moaning and writhing on the bed.

  “Crawl to me,” commands Karan. I bite my lip, struggling to get control of my body. I climb up on all fours, crawling towards him. My legs quiver as I humiliate myself for him, crawling like Karan owns me.

  Without a word he grabs my hair and pulls my mouth towards his huge cock. Karan’s muscles flex and bulge, as he sinks his cock deep between my lips.

  “We’re going get revenge on the bastards who thought they could enslave you, Jasmine.”

  Baldur kneels behind me, pressing the head of his dick against my sopping wetness. The pleasure beads hum insistently, and he plunges his dick deep inside me – right alongside them.

  Baldur fucks me hard and insistently, his powerful cock stretching me as he grips my hips hard enough to leave bruises. He growls like an animal as he takes me from behind.

  “I’m going to burn down the auction house you were sold at,” growls Baldur, fucking me roughly. Each thrust of his cock pushes me forward into Karan’s huge dick, forcing it deeper down my throat. I feel so small surrounded by these towering aliens. Golden pleasure washes over me as I cum again, losing track of my orgasms as my mind melts into submission.

  Baldur suddenly stops, his cock deep inside me. Abruptly, he pulls out. I’m left so empty and desperate for him. The bond in my mind pulses.

  I need his seed. Oh, God, I need him to cum in me – more than life itself.

  Karan lets go of my hair, and I pull my mouth from his cock, gasping for air. He grins viciously.

  Raegan has been watching, and he goes to the drawer in the corner of the room and pulls out a bottle of pleasure oils, lubing his fingers.

  Baldur picks me up easily, wrapping my legs around his hips, and thrusting his huge dick deep inside me in one smooth, luxurious motion. My eyes roll back as I’m filled again.

  Still buried deep inside me, Baldur lays us down on the bed. His muscles flex, but he keeps his cock motionless and fully inside me, stretching me out above him – waiting for his Aurelian triad to enter me.

  I can’t stop staring at Baldur’s marble-colored muscles, his eight-pack abs, and his chiselled body. I run my hands up against him as Raegan kneels behind me. He slides two fingers up my ass. The pleasure oil lets him invade my body easily. I feel so fucking full with the two of them inside me, and yet the moment Raegan pulls his fingers from me I ache to be filled again.

  Karan mounts the bed, his cock twitching, and I put my head forward to wrap my lips around his thick cock-head. He grabs my hair, holding me an inch away from his manhood. I breathe in, smelling the faint scent of the pre-cum that drips from the sensitive slit. I extend my tongue, desperate to taste his seed.

  Karan pulls my hair and I gasp, forced to look up into his deep blue eyes. There’s no hint of mercy in them. His mind pulses in the back of my head, his aura taking color. It’s a deep, dark blue, like being lost in the vastness of the ocean with no land in sight. I’m helpless as his dominance overwhelms me.

  “The bond has magnified every submissive instinct in you. You are fully submissive now, Jasmine. Admit how badly you need this.”

  The pleasure beads hum and Raegan presses the tip of his cock against my asshole. I need to be filled. I need them to seed me, to fill all my holes with their hot, sticky Aurelian cum.

  “Please. Please fill me with your cocks. I’ll do anything,” I beg, tears forming in my eyes. I’ve never felt such a deep longing for anything in my life. Baldur’s cock deep inside me isn’t enough. I need to feel that moment in which all three of the Aurelians release their loads inside me – when their minds grow in mine and I lose my understanding of where my body ends and theirs begin.

  “Open your mouth wide,” growls Karan, and I obey him instantly – my mouth open and my tongue extended. He forces his slick cock down my eager throat in one intense motion, and tears fall from my eyes with intense relief that his huge dick is finally inside of me.

  Behind me, Raegan firmly but slowly invades my ass, pressing himself balls deep inside of me. Both of the alien cocks inside me twitch and flex, and I lose all rational thought as the pleasure beads hum relentlessly.

  The three of them take me hard, not holding back – fucking me with hard, hungry thrusts that are for their pleasure only. The deep golden glow of Raegan fills my mind, mixing with the blue and green auras of Karan and Baldur. Their minds are steel – reducing me to their willing slave as they take me harder and harder. I try to scream out in pleasure as the most intense orgasm of my life overpowers my senses, but all that comes out is a gurgle as Karan fucks my throat. Spit drips down my chin as he claims me, while Baldur claims my pussy and Raegan takes ownership of my ass. I’m crying from the desperate need I have – aching for all three of them to finally seed me.

  They growl and groan in unison, and suddenly their cocks spurt into all my holes.

  Pure bliss and ecstasy washes over me. More powerful than any orgasm, the bond activates and beats in my mind. I feel as though my life’s purpose is complete as these three, huge aliens lose themselves in my body – filling me with their alien cum.

  The three of them slowly pull themselves from me, and Karan mercifully pulls the pleasure beads from my quivering pussy. I lay writhing on the bed, my body overcharged and aching with need. My nipples are hard and desperate, and I run my hands along them, then flicker my fingers up my thigh.

  I gasp as the three Aurelian’s stand, their cocks still wet with cum, each drop so perfect.

  My mind clears as I feel their seed inside me.

  “Karan, Raegan, Baldur… I’m scared,” I admit, my mind reeling at the utter need I have for them.

  Raegan lies back next to me, and stares into my eyes while he runs his hand over my trembling skin.

  “The bond is a sacred thing, Jasmine. It’s the only way our species can grow. Without it, we stagnate. We die out. It’s powerful now, but once you’re with child, you’ll find it lifts away and will not return for some time. You’ll find you eventually ache to feel it again, though – that you’ll once more crave this intensity.”

  He kisses me gently, his huge lips soft against mine. I’m still barely able to form thoughts, let alone words.

  “It’s… It’s uncontrollable. All I can think about is you three taking me, again and again.”

  Then a horrible realization hits me.

  “Are you… Are you going to Bugra? Without me?”

  Karan nods. “We’ll be gone only a week. Our empire cannot stand the shame of us being taken as slaves. We will claim the planet, set up a new government under our rule, and return to you as quickly as we can.”

  I shudder. “I don’t know if I can make it a whole week without… Without this.”

  Baldur laughs, gently and without malice. He plops down on the bed, the whole canopy shaking under his massive bulk. “You’ll find the bond is less intense with distance, or so I’ve been told. You’ll be able to th
ink clearly again for some time.”

  I smile. “Oh, thank God. I love the way you three make me feel, but I’m terrified of what’s happening to me.”

  Baldur brings his lips to my ear, kissing me. His breathing is hot and hungry against my skin. “When we return after a week away, you’ll feel everything even more intensely. You’ll ache for us so badly, the moment we’ve seeded you, you’ll be wanting it again.”

  His words send tingles all the way down my spine. My body stirs, my lust building once more.

  “Oh, no…” I moan, already needing them again. Baldur and Raegan gently stroke my nipples, sending electric shocks of need through me. They coax me up to the point of intense need, teasing and manipulating the sensitive nubs of my hard nipples, until I’m moaning and panting like I’m in heat.

  Karan stands before me, his cock throbbing hard again. I reach down to play with my clit, desperate to cum, but Baldur grabs my hand in his iron grip.

  “You’ll get your pleasure from us,” he growls, and my eyes roll back as he pinches my nipple hard enough to send a jolt of pain through my body – one mixed deliciously with pleasure.

  Karan presses his cock against my slit and slowly fills me. He places his hand on my ass and pulls me up to meet his slow, powerful strokes. He fucks me with intensity, slowly building me to another shuddering orgasm before finally cumming deep inside me.

  Then the three men stand, naked and powerful.

  “Jasmine, we have a war to win. We must plan. One week, my little pet, and then we will be back.”

  I nod, smiling and satisfied.

  Raegan nods. “I have good news for you, Jasmine. Your parents will be arriving tonight. Please, treat our estates as your property.”

  My eyes go wide with shock. “My parents? But my mother is sick! And my dad! Well, he’s in prison, isn’t he?”

  Raegan shakes his head. “Your mother has received the highest standard of medical care while en route from Terra. Your father has been released. We place a high value on justice, but exceptions must be made. Now, sleep a bit, my sweet. Recover for their arrival.”