by Corin Cain
I study this legendary planet, and then the triad gather around and take me again; seeding me as we orbit the planet that seeded the universe with my people. I cum countless times, and my screams echo across space – primal and full of absolute need.
44
Jasmine
Two years later
Aurelian children develop more slowly than human babies, as befits their millennia-long lifespan.
My big babe suckles at my huge breast, hungry for milk and growing stronger and larger by the day. Even if they developed slowly by human standards, the sheer size of Aurelians meant they grew at a much faster rate.
But that was just one of many differences. Everything about this process is different to what I knew of human child rearing. The effects of the pregnancy shocked me at first. Aurelian babes come out the same size as humans, but they grow larger faster, and they require much more breast-milk. I was shocked that my fairly averaged-sized breasts swelled larger and much more sensitive than I thought possible; hanging heavy in front of me to provide for my son.
My back grew stronger too, my body morphing as a result of my bond with the Aurelians. It was as if I was evolving to be the perfect vessel for their children, and I was able to support my massive, hanging tits without the slightest pain.
And while pregnancy brought physical changes for me, it changed my bonded-mates in ways I’d never anticipated, as well. I’ve never seen such devotion in the eyes of anyone. It’s humbling, the way Raegan, Karan and Baldur look at the first son born to the Aurelian Empire in over three-thousand-years, and how they look at me; their child’s birth mother.
They’re nothing like my own father. He’s now living in modest accommodations back on Terra, while I brought my mother to Collosus, to help me raise my child. Now that she’s not under his controlling influence, my mother has blossomed back into the woman I remember from my childhood; strong and proud, before my father’s selfishness broke her spirit.
Even years after our wedding, the Empire is still in a mode of celebration. Aurelians who’d normally have walked stiffly and dourly, with stoic expressions on their statue-like faces, have done jigs in the street for me as I pass.
I would never have believed it possible – not if I hadn’t seen an old Aurelian with a long, white beard dancing with one of the humans from his harem right there in front of me.
But change takes time, especially for a long-lived race like the Aurelians. Raegan has implemented my ideas much slower than I would have liked, but I understand that the Aurelians are a conservative species. My own concept of time is shifting. I haven’t aged in the last two years at all, and the Aurelian medics who tend to me and my child have told me that I will now live as long as any of them – at least, as long as the bond still exists between myself and my triad.
I’m lost in these thoughts when Elanor enters the room, wearing the smile I’ve come to love.
“Jasmine! I’ve sourced the most beautiful lilies to brighten up the palace. They’ll be arriving soon. Let me take care of Doman for you now. You have that state dinner to prepare for.” She studies my curvy frame, stronger and more feminine than before my pregnancy. Her cheeks burn, and she smiles mischievously. ”Maybe soon you’ll have another child to prepare for, too.”
Doman, my son, is finally sated. The big baby nuzzles against me, and I reluctantly pass the weighty infant to Elanor.
She’s been an absolute godsend. With three fathers, a nurse, and my mother to help me, I feel like the luckiest mother in the world. Even with Karan, Raegan and Baldur so busy with state affairs, I still have all the support I could ever need.
“This one’s big enough, but bringing another brother into the world for him to play with would be a beautiful thing. I wonder how long it will be before the bond becomes active again?”
Elanor smiles, slowly rocking Doman. “The bond will do as the bond decides – I’ve read the old tales about it, and some say it can happen just months after the first pregnancy.”
I gasp. “Certainly not. It’s been over a year since I bore Doman, and he still needs my milk. They grow much slower than human children.”
Elanor nods. “You’re right – they need much longer than six-months, and they drink much more. That explains the changes to your body. But I’ve heard that, through the bond, you could get pregnant again even while breastfeeding. The bond is rare, and it’s the only way for Aurelians to grow their species, so it makes sense that it would increase fertility, just like it’s changed your body in other ways.”
She smiles.
“I’m quite jealous, you know. If I had those, I’m sure an Aurelian Elite would eagerly want to add me to his harem.”
She’s gesturing towards my breasts, and I laugh gently – pulling my robe closed across them. I wince slightly as my sensitive nipples gently touch against the fabric.
“You don’t want these,” I warn Elanor jokingly. “They’re always so sensitive. And plus, you’re such a little liar – you’ve had many offers to join harems, and you’ve always refused.”
Elanor nods. “That I have. You saved my life, and I am beholden to you. It’s a pleasure to serve you and this rambunctious little angel.” She kisses my babe on the forehead, and gives me a smile. Hefting Doman up, she leaves.
I lay back in my chair, idly reaching for a pomegranate seed. I shiver, thinking of Raegan, Karan and Baldur. The three men have been nothing but supportive, but I crave the way I felt when the bond was fully active. The heights of pleasure and the depths of submission were the most powerful drug I’d ever experienced. I remember how they forced me onto my knees – willingly forced to take their cocks and seed for hours on end, letting them use me for their pleasure. The three towering Aurelians are still dominant by nature, fucking me however they please, but the bond drew out their cruellest, most violent side – the part of them that lost complete control in my presence, and that I submitted to with an eagerness I didn’t know I had within me.
The memories inflame me. I’m soaking wet when my Aurelian warriors return from state affairs, and enter my chambers. I feel their auras before they even enter the room – and when they do, they stop their conversation, smiling as they approach.
“Jasmine. As beautiful as ever. By all the Gods, I am the luckiest Aurelian in the universe,” says Baldur, his smile making his stern face gentle. I know they can feel my arousal through what remains of our bond, and my cheeks redden. We speak normally, but all four of us know that I’m aching for them to take me again.
Baldur’s muscles tense as he looks at me, and I know that to him I look like a fertility goddess, my huge tits still plump from my recent pregnancy. I know that I drive him insane with lust, but whatever he feels for me, I feel much more powerfully for him.
“Always the flatterer,” my cheeks are burning. “And how is the program going?”
The program is a new scheme I’d thought up – one now being rolled out across the Empire.
Baldur nods, stepping up in front of me.
“The program has been universally approved. Aurelians as young as forty-years-old will start getting training from human teachers to help unify our Empires. That idea was a stroke of brilliance, Jasmine. It’s incredible how many clever thoughts you can have… I barely think of anything but filling you with my seed,” he says, a shudder passing through him, “but you give our Empire far more than just your body.”
I feel a surge of need from Baldur. His cock tenses, pressing against his toga, and his eyes grow hungry as he stares at me.
“It was a mere pebble of an idea that you, Baldur, turned into a beautiful building. You must take all the credit. And Karan, I see you have some fresh bruises…”
I tut at him, though his violence always excites me. Karan nods, and I can feel the pain in his bruised muscles that he stoically doesn’t show.
“I swear the young ones are getting bigger and tougher every decade. But there’s someone else I much prefer to wrestle with.” He’s grinning his wolf-
smile as he drinks in my body with his deep, blue eyes. Karan enjoys bringing me into the pleasure room and tumbling on the floor with me, easily pinning me and fucking me. His favorite game is to tell me to try to escape – and, if I can’t get out of his iron grasp quickly enough, he spanks me until my bare bottom is deliciously red.
Karan likes this game because he knows that I can never escape, and I love this game because I’m not sure I’d want to, even if I could.
Raegan looks at me, more serious than his blood-brothers.
“I’ve started building the framework for this celebration idea you had. I’m gaining support. This will be a major change to Aurelian culture. We’re used to taking what we want. Having a yearly gathering, with compensation for the families of those who join our harems… It is a great change, but I wish to have the popular support before imposing my will.”
When he says imposing my will, I tremble. When he orders me to do something, it’s like my body responds before my mind can think, and that’s even without the bond. Raegan can snap his fingers and simply think the words, and I’ll be on my knees crawling towards him, my huge tits swinging from side to side obscenely as I desperately crawl to him and take his massive cock in my mouth.
I shudder as I understand how deeply I need these three massive men – how badly I need them to take me and use me as their own. I ache for the bond to take control again, so that they lose all the last vestiges of self-control they have, and punish me harder than ever before.
I nod. “You’re a wise emperor, Raegan.”
I smile, enjoying the sight of the huge Aurelians as they gather around me.
Their muscled physiques and chiselled jaws – the way they carry themselves with supreme confidence. I can’t help but grow wet in their presence, even when they’re speaking to me as an equal, and not merely their possession.
Raegan furrows his brows. He walks in front of me, and traces his finger down my cheek. I shudder and moan. The sensation feels too intense. He reaches down the front of my dress without asking, and takes my hard nipple between his fingertips, teasing me. My too-huge breasts and expanded nipples are much more sensitive than ever before, and I moan out in pure pleasure, losing focus and control over my own mind.
I can’t help but stare up at him. His eyes flash gold, and I suddenly understand what’s happened.
“It’s happening. The… The bond…”
A full body shudder passes through Raegan. Behind him, Karan’s eyes turn a deep blue, while Baldur’s flicker in all the shades of the forest in spring. Karan growls, and the animal sound both excites me and terrifies me.
I’ve been waiting desperately for the bond to take control again, knowing it could be many years for it to happen – and yet now it’s here, sooner than I’d ever expected, fear grips me.
I remember how desperate I was for their cocks when I was in full thrall of the bond.
How obsessed I was with every inch of their bodies – how their musk and sweat was like an intoxicant as they took me again and again.
Raegan’s eyes flash, and his aura becomes more dominant. He pinches my nipple hard, sending waves of both pain and pleasure surging through me.
“It’s true. It’s happening again. This is a joyous time, my pet. You’re fertile again, ready for our seed.”
Karan stands to my left, and he rips my dress from me, undressing me in front of the three dominant aliens.
“You think your humiliation was complete the last time? When we seeded you in the throne room, in front of the Elites? It has just begun, my little toy. Our bond is scared, and it will bring the Empire great joy to know you will soon bear yet another Aurelian son.”
Baldur bares his teeth, his eyes animal and predatory as he looks at me. I feel a flash of fear as he roughly grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“Your tits are full of milk already, and soon your belly will be full and pregnant once again. This is your life now, Jasmine – and will be until the end of time. You will bear us an army of sons. We will take you again and again, next time in the center of the Arena of the Gods, where anyone who wishes to see the power of our bond can watch as we breed our possession.”
I gasp, moaning out as I imagine them fucking me over and over in the Arena of the Gods, using my body in front of a baying, roaring crowd of onlookers.
“Your huge tits will swing as we fuck you hard on all fours, my little toy,” says Karan, pinching my massive nipple cruelly, sending lust surging through my body. A drop of sweat forms on my brow, dripping down my face as I surrender to his will.
Pure joy and lust fills me, as I finally understand.
This is my life now. Years of clear minds and raising children while the bond is dormant, followed by weeks or months of pure, desperate, humiliating submission until they fill me with another child. I’ll be pregnant or nursing for the rest of my fertile years, and with the slow aging process of the bond, I’ll spend the next thousand years or so constantly being seeded and bearing their children.
I moan as Raegan presses his cock-head against my sopping wet slit, as Baldur and Karan lick at my too-sensitive nipples, sending shockwaves of lust through me.
I’m in ecstasy at the thought of raising hundreds of sons for these Greek God Aurelians. The thought fills me with pure bliss as I surrender to their touch.
“You belong to us,” telepaths Raegan, and my mind melts as his thoughts fill my consciousness.
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