by Corin Cain
I’m dreaming. I must be dreaming.
I can see myself, my body weak and thin, almost submerged in a cryo-tank that chills my body. My lips are open, breathing faintly, barely alive. Somehow, I lean forward – as if towards my own body, my lips touching themselves in a confusing, paradoxical moment.
And then I suddenly feel like I’m been forced through a tiny pipe – as if I’m being born again.
And then my eyes open.
I’m brought back from the brink, uncomprehending, gasping for oxygen.
I stare upwards, and find Jasmine’s eyes gazing into mine, light blue and so human in their emotions – her pure joy infecting me as I fight back the pain in my body.
Groaning, I lift my head, and feel the bond between Karan, Baldur, Jasmine and I pulsing inside me. Now they’re here, standing around me at my bedside.
“I… I was dead,” I state.
Jasmine kisses me gently on the forehead. “No. The bond saved you. I brought you into my mind, and when they’d repaired your body, your soul flowed back into you with our kiss.”
I smile and look down at my body. There aren’t even scars to show where I was marred in battle.
“Asmod?”
“Dead,” states Karan flatly.
I sigh with deep relief. “Good. Then we’ll have many more years of stability without that upstart trying to bring the populace back into war.”
Baldur exchanges a look with Karan. I don’t need the bond to understand that they’re hiding something from me.
“He’s strong enough,” says Jasmine.
“Strong enough for what? What is it?”
“When you were being dragged to the medical bay,” Baldur explains flatly, “Jasmine addressed the crowds. She put your name up for the vote. One hundred Elites stood. Your name will be on the ballot tomorrow.”
I laugh, coughing with pain. The cryo-bed is chilling against my brutal wounds, cooling my pain. The medics may have restored my body, but I’m still weak. “Now, why would you do a thing like that?”
Jasmine gently traces her fingers down my chest, as if she isn’t sure I’m real. “Raegan, you would be an excellent Emperor. But that’s not the only reason why you must become the leader of the Aurelians. Your species doesn’t understand how much humans hate you, and the humans don’t know all the good that Aurelians do for them. Your species doesn’t publicize your battles with Scorps, and many of your race look down on humans, while crime among my people flourishes as humans try to shake off what they wrongly view as your ‘oppressive’ rule. The Empire needs an Emperor who understands both species – who can help us both grow together. You are that leader. I can advise you, and together, we can bring forward a new age for both humans and Aurelians.”
Thoughts race through my head.
The current Emperor has given us many thousands of years of steady rule, but before I met Jasmine, I didn’t realize humanity harbored such ill-will towards us. I’d only know that their women loved us, and flocked towards us, and I thought that had been enough.
“Surely humanity does not hate…” I cough, feeling weak, but I continue. “Surely it is not so bad.”
Jasmine shakes her head. “The human men hate you for taking their best women. The women who remain on Terra hate you for not choosing them.”
Karan shakes his head. “We can’t stop the harems. No Aurelian would follow a ruler who restricts the ability to grow a willing group of women.”
Jasmine nods. “I know. But… Well, I’m still thinking this all through – but perhaps instead of Aurelians simply walking in and taking humans wherever they please, there could be… I don’t know. A ceremony every year. And, if a woman is picked, the Aurelian who takes her into his harem can compensate her community – so that it’s a joyous event for someone to be taken. Something their friends and family can be proud of and rewarded for.”
Baldur furrows his brows. “We earn our wealth through blood, and battle.”
“We do,” I nod painfully, “but Jasmine is right. Too much of humanity lives in squalor, while we enjoy lavish estates. I have a choice. I could stay here, and no one would vote for me, thinking I’m still dead.”
I breathe in deeply, fighting back the pain, and with a huge effort I sit up. Agony surges through me, and Jasmine’s eyes cloud with concern as she feels my pain in her mind, through the power of our bond.
“I could do that – but, instead, I will address the nation today and plead my case. There are many who believe we Aurelians are too soft on humans – that if it wasn’t for our protection, the Scorps would have slaughtered their species long ago. We need to educate them – both Aurelians and humans. It will not be easy, but if I can do so, I will lead us into a new age.”
I stare at Jasmine, unable to comprehend her beauty. She smiles back at me, supportive and willing. I’m weak, but my body aches for her, and my cock surges.
“Leave us,” I say to Karan and Baldur, who nod, understanding how important this is to my healing.
Moments later, Jasmine and I are alone in my medical chamber.
“You ran away from us,” I state flatly.
She looks ashamed. “I… I was scared I was losing myself. That the bond was changing who I was.”
I nod. She’s a rebel, this one. A defiant power, who managed to convince more than a hundred Elites to stand up and support me. No human has ever done anything like that in the entire history of the Empire. My respect grows for her, but also my need to tame her. It’s in my blood – my very DNA. As weak as I am, I must make her mine.
“And now?”
She takes a deep breath in. “I… I crave it.”
37
Jasmine
Baldur stands at Raegan’s left side, Karan on his left. I’m in front of them, regal in a white dress that barely shows my body.
Raegen addresses the crowd assembled behind us, explaining how he’ll bring humans and Aurelians together if elected Emperor. His voice booms across the throne room as he walks his audience through the first hundred years of his rule. Aurelians nod and clap as they listen, cheering at his words. Then, finally, Raegan nods – taking a step back to let the ruling leader speak.
The Emperor stands to address the crowd.
“My loyal subjects. I have long served you on the throne. But all rulers must know when it is time to end their reign. If you vote for Raegan, he will be able to bring our Empire closer together. If you vote for me, I will continue serving faithfully.”
The crowd is shocked. The Emperor is practically telling them to vote for his opponent.
After the speeches, we take a ship back to our estates, joy bounding up in all four of us. I’m the only one who can’t hide it – not possessing the stoic nature of Aurelians.
I can’t believe how powerful Raegan sounded addressing his people. He’s truly a mighty creature; a born leader, and a natural warrior.
Sensing my unspoken admiration for him, Raegan roughly grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. The golden orbs glow at me, deeper than ever before.
“When I become Emperor,” he promises, “I will have need of your council in dealing with humans.”
I try to nod, but his iron grip keeps my chin up. I lick my lips, both nervous and aroused.
“I’ll help you,” I promise. “Everyway I can.”
Raegan stares at me, his eyes searching deep inside mine. “It is not just your council I need. I require your ultimate submission. I’ll have you whenever I want, however I want.”
We’re back in our palace now, and Karan and Baldur stand behind me, their huge bulks making me feel tiny and powerless. Karan reaches under my dress, his huge hand sliding up my thigh and sending tingles of lust through me. He presses his palm against my wetness, holding me as if he owns me. As Karan’s hands explore me, Raegan’s eyes burn into mine. They’re metallic and dark, the golden hue deep and molten.
“I will take your council, but I will make the decisions,” he warns me, my chin still between his fi
ngers. “You will follow me. You have one main purpose, Jasmine. Do you know what that is?”
I swallow hard, trembles of pleasure shooting through me. Baldur now reaches around me, his huge thumb pressing against my nipples even as Karan touches my wetness. My nipple hardens under his touch, sensitive to the pressure of his fingers. Their hands are teasing me, driving me wild as the power of our bond pulses in my mind.
I’ve never felt Raegan so dominant. His aura is like rock – dominant and unyielding. He stares into my eyes as his blood-brothers explore my body, and I can barely form words.
“My purpose is to… To serve you,” I gasp, the words filled with desire.
“Your purpose is to bear our children,” Raegan nods. “To be seeded, fertile and willing, bearing us many strong sons who will lead the Aurelian Empire to greatness never before seen.”
My mouth opens in a low moan, and Raegan finally kisses me – his huge tongue invading my mouth. The seven-foot tall Aurelian roughly grabs me, pulling me from the arms of his triad and throwing me over his shoulder. He hefts me into the pleasure room, before turning so that I can see what’s behind him.
In the middle of the pleasure room are wooden stocks, like the ones used for punishing petty criminals back on Terra. There’s a hole for my head and two more for my hands. It’s low, set up so that I would have to kneel on all fours to put my head and hands inside it.
“I could have used the pleasure room to create this… but there is something to be said for real wood.”
Raegan sets me down, Karan and Baldur walking behind him. Their huge, throbbing cocks stands straight up, swollen and hungry for me.
“What are… What are you going to do to me?” I ask, gasping with utter need. My nipples are rock-hard, and I’m slick between my legs, dripping and eager for their touch.
Raegan grabs my robe and rips it. The tearing sound fills the room. Karan opens the wooden stocks, and without a word Raegan forces my head and hands into it. Then they close the stocks together and I’m trapped, my knees on the floor and my ass arched and presented for the men.
The pleasure room moves, the floor lifting me up until my wetness is at the perfect height for the three Aurelians to walk behind me and fuck me hard.
Raegan stands before me, nude – his huge cock throbbing and positioned at mouth level. He looks down at me with raw hunger in his golden eyes.
“You will spend your days here, from now on – in this position – until you are with child. You will have breaks for food, water, and sleep – but for the majority of your time, you will be right here.”
I gasp, aching with lust. “You… You’re going to keep me in the pleasure room?”
Raegan nods. His cock drips with pre-cum, and the sight of his alien seed triggers something feral in my mind.
The bond returns with a vengeance. My eyes go wide with need, and I extend my tongue.
“Please… Please, fuck my mouth,” I beg, my cheeks burning red with shame.
I chose this, I realize. I made the decision to return to these alien rulers, without the bond clouding my judgement. I wanted this – to be with the three dominant, powerful warriors, who’d use me as their toy.
Raegan walks close to me and slaps his huge cock against my cheek. “If you want me to fuck your mouth, you must earn it.”
The three Aurelians walk to the end of the room. I’m hypnotized by the sight of their naked bodies – those powerful legs, which flex with each stride. Their taut, thick buttocks, which provide the power for their strong thrusts. The three of them go to the wall and open a cupboard there, and when they turn I see that the three towering men have each taken out cruel whips.
Then, they whip me as I kneel there – painting me with red streaks from their cruel toys for no other reason than that they can. And, when they’re done, they each fuck me – one after the other, seeding me. My ass is on fire by the time they’re finished with my punishment, and I drip cum by the time they’re finished fucking me.
And then they leave. My muscles ache, and I’m stuck, unable to move in the rigid stocks. I want nothing more than to escape, but the bonds are fierce.
Perhaps an hour passes and then the three Aurelians enter the room again. Without a word they fuck me once again, one after another, depositing more cum deep inside me. I’m there for hours as they use me again and again for their pleasure.
Finally, Raegan undoes the stocks. My body is weak and shaking from the exertion, and he easily grabs me and throws me over his shoulder.
Raegan brings me to the pool room and sets me gently into the water. Then he snaps his fingers, and Elanor and the other servants rush to me, massaging every knot out of my cruelly used body.
After I’m washed and massaged, the four of us gather for a luxurious dinner. After dinner, dessert is a special, sweet honey unlike any I’ve ever tasted before.
I look at Raegan’s huge fingers. He’s so different than General Asmod. Raegan controls me for my own good, whereas Asmod dominated out of a desire for power. Raegan suddenly glances over me, sees my glance looking at him, and he instantly knows.
He takes the sweet honey and smears some on his finger, before motioning for me to come to him.
I stand, but he shakes his head. “On your knees.”
In front of Elanor, the servants, and Karan and Baldur, I willingly drop to my knees; crawling to him and licking the honey eagerly from his fingers. I can’t resist. He has me so turned on.
As I kneel before him, I reach down and move the hem of his toga, taking his massive cock in my mouth and serving him with my mouth in front of the audience. The honey is sweet in my mouth, but it’s nothing compared to Raegan’s intoxicating pre-cum. I ache to be filled with his seed.
“Tomorrow, after the election, you’ll be put back in the pleasure room and bred. You will have my child.”
I moan in pleasure, my nipples hard as rocks as Raegan cums in my mouth.
38
Raegan
I stand next to the Emperor. His leg trembles with the exertion, but he is a proud man.
The results are read out. Aurelians from across the universe have voted.
I win the election by a landslide. The Emperor nods, and leaves, his harem following him. I sit down in the throne, my triad flanking me.
General Asmod may be dead, but his ideals still have supporters. One stands, angrily. “You won fair and square, and I will honor your rule, but it was not you who stood and proclaimed your candidacy in this election. It was your human.”
“Her name is Jasmine.”
The Aurelian looks hatefully at me, but he nods. “Yes. Jasmine. She spoke of great things – many that will change the nature of the Aurelian Empire for tens of thousands of years to come. Perhaps she is the true power behind the Empire now?”
There are nods and murmurs from Asmod’s former supporters. Even those strongly in my favor are glancing at each other with worry, concerned by the accusation.
Jasmine takes a step forward. “I might be…”
I put up my hand, silencing her instantly.
“Jasmine is my trusted advisor. But her primary purpose is one thing and one thing only: To breed many strong sons for us.”
Jasmine looks at me, her mouth opening rebelliously for just a moment.
Then she catches my eye, and the look I give her silences the outburst she’d planned to make.
She knows what I require. I crave her utter submission.
“Come here,” I order. Jasmine swallows hard, her cheeks flushing red as she feels my dominance over her. She steps over to me, and I bend her over my lap easily. She’s so small and manageable in my huge hands.
“I am going to put to rest all of your worries, my loyal Elites. When I am done with her, there will be no doubt who has the true power.”
39
Jasmine
The Aurelian senate watches us as the verdict is read and Raegan becomes the Emperor.
Joy fills me, but I hide it – knowing how much
Aurelian’s value stoicism.
Then, one of the supports of General Asmod challenges Raegan. I open my mouth to defend him, but before I can get out more than a few words, Raegan raises his hand to silence me.
I swallow my pride, remembering how easily he controls me – the sheer ecstasy of submission to the Emperor and his triad. I shudder at how Raegan can shut me up with a single movement of his hand, humiliating me deliciously in front of the crowd.
Being their slut in the pleasure room, and in front of our servants, is very different to being silenced in front of the highest echelon of Aurelian society.
“Jasmine is my trusted advisor,” Raegan explains coldly, “but her primary purpose is one thing and one thing only: To breed many strong sons for us.”
His words send shudders of desire through me. I ache to fulfill my purpose – to finally bring a new son to the Empire.
“Come here,” he orders. I swallow, shame coloring my cheeks red as I walk to him.
I gasp as he grabs me, easily flinging me over his lap. My dress moves, and I’m scared the Aurelians can see my bare bottom.
Scared, but aroused.
“I am going to put to rest all of your worries, my loyal Elites,” Raegan promises. “When I am done with her, there will be no doubt who has the true power.”
My eyes go wide at Raegan’s powerful words. My nipples harden, and I feel the heat growing between my legs.
Raegan lifts my robe, exposing my bare bottom to the crowd. He rips my panties apart, exposing my naked ass. I look to my right and see every member of the Aurelian senate watching me intently. My cheeks burn red with delicious humiliation.
“As you can see, she is perfectly submissive to me and my triad,” proclaims Raegan. I hear him spit, and then his wet fingers are being pushed against my asshole. Each of his huge fingers is as big as a human cock, and yet he slides one of them into my bottom easily before the crowd.