Aurelian Prisoner

by Corin Cain

  Aurelians are designed to fuck too-tight holes of human females, and therefore that copious, drooling pre-cum is highly lubricated – to help ease their enormous cocks deep inside a willing, too-small hole.

  Daccia is lost. His eyes have no humanity left in them – just the rage of a beast.

  Either side of him, Hadrian and Kitos are moving in a spell – rubbing their own dicks through their athletic pants as they eagerly watch their leader.

  A moan leaves my lips as Daccia steps forward. I shudder as he presses the swollen head of his dick against my sopping, wet opening.

  The pain of the whipping is still emanating from my red, raw backside – but it's suddenly nothing compared to the utter need I feel. I’ve ached for Aurelian cock ever since I had my first taste of it, when I joined that harem. More than that - I’ve ached for these three specific Aurelians ever since I first saw them.

  Daccia grabs my hips in his huge hands…

  …and thrusts.

  Pain briefly flares through my body as Daccia stretches me open with that obscenely huge dick. He isn't gentle – but I’d known he wouldn't be. If he had any rational mind left to be gentle, he’d have remained rational enough not to have snapped. He’d have been able to stop himself from fucking his helpless prisoner.

  As it is – there’s no rationality left in him. Daccia is now just a rutting beast.

  He forces himself deeper and deeper inside of me with a single thrust, and I let my body go limp – hanging from the restraints as I bite my lip. Now, I’m focused on just trying to handle the enormous intrusion deep inside of me.

  There's pain, yes – but also a sweet, sinful pleasure at being filled and stretched. I feel like a virgin again – feeling that first, sweet pain of penetration.

  Daccia’s powerful cock has now fully entered my body. The thrill of victory rushes into my mind like electricity. I did it!

  I did know how to manipulate this alien species. I knew how to mold these three dominant warriors to my will. For a moment, I let myself relish in the sinful feeling of being taken by an Aurelian, as Daccia’s too-big dick continues to press into me.

  Daccia’s cock is so fucking hard! His steel-hard shaft is still drooling pre-cum, perfect for forcing his huge Aurelian dick into my tight, little human hole. I surrender to the feeling of being owned – filled by his firm, unrelenting flesh.

  Then – suddenly – Daccia enters my mind.

  My mouth drops open in a gasping breath.

  “No!”

  I whimper, but it’s already too late. Daccia growls, pressing himself even deeper inside of me.

  I’m not saying “no” because I want the Aurelian to stop.

  I’m whimpering “no” because it’s too fucking late. Like a virgin who’s lost her innocence, there’s no going back now. The feeling of another consciousness flooding my mind is irrevocable.

  Daccia groans with pleasure, forcing his huge dick into me, and just as he’s entering my tight little cunt, he enters my mind.

  The Bond.

  Oh, Gods! The Bond!

  A pleasure I’ve never felt before is building up deep inside of me. It’s dark, insistent, and all-encompassing. I’d thought I wanted to break free of these three aliens, through seducing them into violating the law of their people....

  Instead, I’ve linked myself to these three towering, powerful aliens…

  Forever.

  Daccia’s huge hands grip my hips, as he thrusts himself into me with deep, powerful strokes. The aura of Daccia is suddenly born into my mind.

  I can suddenly feel what he’s feeling. For brief flashes, I can see what he’s seeing. It shocks me to the core. I always knew men wanted me. I always knew men liked what they saw, when they looked at my curves…

  Before, that knowledge had always made me feel dirty and objectified.

  But now… Now I’m experiencing it from Daccia’s perspective.

  I’ve never felt desire so raw before. I’ve never felt a need so base and primal. Daccia’s aura is barely clinging onto any shred of humanity as he fucks me.

  Gods! I can’t even blame him. If I’d felt what Daccia is feeling right now – the silky grip of my pussy, and the overwhelming scent of my arousal – I wouldn't be able to resist either. I’d be left forcing every inch of cock into this warm, wet, willing hole with one hard, brutal thrust after another. Daccia might ruin me, but it would take an army to pull him from me now; and I’d beg them not to.

  As he fucks me, I hear Daccia begin to pant and gasp, and I know now it's not just from arousal. It's from the mental effort needed to stop himself from becoming a monstrous beast and losing himself completely to the rutting frenzy.

  I bite my lip as utter pleasure flows through my own body. This is better than anything I've ever felt before. I’d spent time in an Aurelian harem before, but nothing those three Aurelians Elites had done to me compares to the way Daccia is now claiming me as his property.

  As his mate.

  His huge hands grip my hips tighter, squeezing my flesh as he holds me in place. The steel restraints are still binding me, keeping me helpless for him to use as he thrusts the obscene length of his slick cock in and out of me.

  My eyes roll back – and yet I can't help but look at my own reflection in the mirror. I look so small and helpless, bound and helpless as this huge Aurelian warrior makes me his willing little bitch. Within my mind, his aura pulses with desperate need – and underneath that primal desire is a steely determination to conquer me completely.

  A new wave of pleasure suddenly flows over me, and it’s not just from the satisfying, pain-and-pleasure sensation of being roughly opened and claimed by this Aurelian warrior. There’s now a dark link between Daccia and I.

  We are Bonded – for eternity.

  As his aura fills my mind, I start to instinctively feel what that means. Daccia presses himself into me deeper and deeper – and pain flares up as his enormous cock stretches me almost to the point of ruining me forever.

  But the pain is mixed with pleasure, plus a dark need to be used.

  Gods! I’d heard rumors that the Bond enhances every dark, dirty desire that you try to hide away. It brings to the surface all of those things you dream about at night, when you twist and turn in sweaty sheets, left unsatisfied. It all comes boiling up to the surface when the Bond takes hold of you.

  I’ve had some… dark desires that I’m terrified are going to be pulled from inside of me. Desires I’m terrified will be drawn out and exposed to these three men.

  Way back, when I’d joined that Aurelian harem to steal from the triad of Elites, I’d merely been playing the part of an eager, willing woman whore.

  Now, I want it to be real. I want to serve these three towering warriors – to be dominated, punished…

  …and worshiped.

  The whimper that comes from my mouth sounds so fucking slutty, and that just turns me on even more. Daccia growls like a beast, thrusting himself in and out of me, filling me so deeply with that baseball bat-sized cock that is still only halfway inside of me.

  "You're mine."

  Daccia’s feral growl makes a wave of pleasure surge through me. The sensation is almost better than the sex – but in truth nothing could be better than this sex. Deep down, I've always craved the dominance of an Aurelian. A mere human could never tame me – but with the seven-feet-tall, Greek Gods of Colossus, I'd always felt... eager.

  Back when I’d joined the harem of those Elites, I’d told myself it was all an act – a ploy to steal the funds I’d needed to save my sister. I’d lied to them, and used my wiles to trick and confuse them…

  But maybe I was lying to myself the whole time.

  Right now, I know I can’t deceive myself any longer. I could tell myself that all I want is to escape and reclaim my freedom…

  …but I know that would be a lie.

  There's something so right about being taken by Daccia. I can feel the way he aches for me. It’s burning him up, like fire thr
ough our shared Bond.

  Before, I’d never liked the way men enjoyed looking at me. I’d always hated the way the customers at Spur’s joint jeered and leered, so obvious in their desire to fuck me.

  But this? This feels right.

  Daccia’s absolute, soul-crushing need to make me his fills my mind with a certainty I’ve never experienced before. I know that the Bond will never weaken. I know it’ll grow stronger and stronger as this alien warrior aches to make me his at a deeper and deeper level. I am now Bound to him, yes…

  …but now, he is also bound to me.

  Daccia's dick slides in and out of me, and each thrust sends a new wave of pleasure rippling through my body. There’s nothing as satisfying as being filled to the absolute limit by this towering, dominant alien. His cock is so hard – throbbing and pressing me open. I can feel the slick pre-cum that's spurting into me with each thrust; letting his shaft sink deeper and deeper.

  "You're going to bear my sons, Allie.”

  Daccia’s snarl is a statement of fact – an order. It’s a reality.

  In fact, when those words ring out in my mind, it’s almost like I don’t hear them, I just feel them, as if they bypassed my ears and entered my soul.

  I remember that the Bond is the link between a triad of Aurelians and their one fertile mate.

  I’m Bonded now – and that means I'll be forced into breeding servitude by these three warriors. Their alien species is all-male, and the Bond is so rare that their race celebrates it. They honor the Bond – almost worshipping it.

  Even a criminal might have a chance at redemption in Aurelian society…

  …as long as she was willing to bear a hundred sons for her three Aurelian lovers.

  As long as she was willing to become a breeding slave, constantly rutted and driven to bear an ever longer line of the warrior race.

  But that’s not the future I had in mind…

  Thankfully, I know how unlikely it is that the Bond will cause me to fall pregnant the first time I’m mated. I know it took Queen Jasmine months before the Bond grew strong enough for her to sire children with her three lovers...

  …or maybe that’s just what I’m telling myself. Maybe I’m lying to myself again, so I don’t have an excuse to tell Daccia to stop fucking me.

  Not that he would – even if I begged. The mating frenzy is fully taking control of him, and his aura is losing all remnants of rationality as Daccia is reduced to a beast. The slaps of flesh on flesh fill the room, and yet he’s still not inside me fully.

  Daccia's aura is overpowering my mind. His aura is a dominant, powerful presence inside of me, and I can feel how much pleasure he’s getting from claiming me as his own. I know that I'm the cause of all this lust, and a twisted form of pride fills me.

  But there's also something else. There's something deeper – like I'm finally fulfilling my destiny.

  I know I should be writhing, screaming, trying desperately to get away from my Bonded mate...

  …but it's too late. I’m linked to him now – part of this warrior forever. There’s no going back. Just like a virgin can never reclaim her innocence once it’s taken from her, I can never remove Daccia from my mind.

  My soul.

  I should be thinking of how to escape…

  …but right now, I can't think of anything other than the pleasure of being fucked and filled.

  I look up, into the mirror, my eyes wide. I gasp as I see Hadrian and Kitos slowly stroking their own massive dicks. Hadrian’s cock is thick, I’m afraid it would stretch me open impossibly wide.

  Afraid – but also eager.

  Kitos has a huge vein along the impossible length of his cock – one that throbs with the beat of his heart. I ache to take his member in my mouth – to feel it throb and pulse against my tongue.

  I’m already being filled by their leader – filled in a way no human woman was designed to be filled – and yet, somehow, I’ll still feel empty until all three Aurelians are claiming me at the same time.

  And they want to. They want me badly – and the only thing stopping them from taking me right now is their leader, who is already deep inside of me. The moment he's finished, I know the next warrior will take his place.

  Gods – I've never felt so desired.

  Daccia’s aura pulses in my mind. A flood of images flow through me. I suddenly see myself with my belly swollen by an Aurelian child – my breasts huge and filled with milk for the alien babe.

  I know a Bonded pregnancy is different than a regular one. Bonded pregnancy changes you – both mentally and physically. Your body changes in the ways it needs to – so that a human female is capable of bearing such huge, powerful sons.

  Gods… I mean, I’d always said I wanted a big family – but I never thought I’d get the chance, not as a criminal constantly on the run.

  But now, the Bond is drawing up every desire I’ve ever had to eventually become a mother. It’s drawing up those desires, and enhancing them to the point at which being seeded by these alien warriors is all I crave.

  I can feel my body submitting to Daccia in ways I didn’t think were possible. I want so badly for him to release himself inside of me. I ache to feel the spurts of his hot cum as he breeds me.

  Moans echo through the room. They sound almost as if they’re coming from another person – but I know it’s actually my own twisted voice. It turns me on wildly to know that Daccia has turned me into his whimpering little slut.

  I try to press back against his huge dick, but the steel restrains keep me immobile. I can barely move an inch. Daccia feels my eagerness, and my cheeks burn red with shame. I realize he doesn’t just sense the eagerness from my body – but now, also from my mind. Daccia must be able to sense my emotions, just as I can sense his.

  He knows that he's turned me into his dirty little whore – and he knows how much I love it.

  I can feel how deeply Daccia enjoys turning me into his personal toy. It’s his greatest pleasure, broadcast clearly through the Bond – from his mid to mine. His aura mirrors my own, and then becomes more dominant and possessive as I surrender to his rough mating.

  Daccia’s cock suddenly hardens even more, if that is even possible. It begins pulsing and throbbing inside of me. Each throb of Daccia’s heartbeat, felt through the thick girth of his dick, sends a new wave of stretching half-pain and half-pleasure throughout my body.

  Daccia is ruining me for any other human male. I know I’ll never again be satisfied by anything but the powerful mating of this triad. Daccia feels me trying to press back against him. He looks into my mind, and he sees how deeply I ache for him to just let go…

  …to seed me. To claim me.

  Daccia grips my hips so hard that I think I'll have the marks of his hands and fingers imprinted on my flesh for the next two days. Then he impales me with his cock. The whimper that emerges from my mouth doesn't even sound human anymore, as tears of twisted pleasure stream down my face.

  I can’t even think any more – I can only be in this perfect moment. I exist only in this moment, in which every worry and stress I’ve ever had melts away. Daccia’s huge dick has turned me into a mindless slut for his use...

  …and I love it.

  Daccia pulls his dick almost completely out of me – until only the tip of his cock is still pressing against my slit. Then, he suddenly forces every inch of that thick, rock-hard shaft back inside me – in one slow, steady, all-powerful thrust.

  My jaw hangs completely open, my mouth gaping as Daccia invades me. His huge, heavy balls bounce against my mons, and I finally know that he’s claimed me entirely – he’s buried in my pussy right to the hilt of his huge shaft.

  Suddenly, all I can think about is the hot, boiling cum in those heavy balls – cum that aches to be released deep inside my tight little cunt.

  “Oh, Gods! Yes!” I’m barely able to form coherent thoughts – and even more shocked that I can still vocalize even those single syllables.

  My body is now li
mp against the steel restraints that present me like a prize to the three alien warriors. As Daccia fucks me, the Bond digs ever deeper into my mind. It pulls up all the old, submissive urges I’ve tried to deny – and now I have to just… let go.

  I’ve ached for this surrender for years. Now, all I want is to let this dominant triad of aliens take me.

  Daccia’s aura flares hotly inside my mind. I know what he’s feeling. This isn’t like bedding a human man. It’s not even like the experiences I’d had in that first Aurelian harem – where I still didn’t know if the triad of Elites had any genuine care for me, or if the three aliens were simply using me for sexual release.

  But Daccia feels like he owns me. This isn’t the possession of a piece of art, or a fast spaceship. This is a possession that will never be relinquished. Daccia’s hands grip my hips firmly, and through our Bond I know he’ll spend his entire life fighting to claim me.

  And the most incredible thing? In this moment?

  I feel like his property.

  There's an animal hunger that’s eating Daccia up, and part of me wants him to succumb to it – for him to take me like his bitch. The other half of me doesn't know if I’d even survive the encounter. I can feel the raw need he has for me – and it's almost incomprehensible that he hasn’t lost all semblance of sentience already, and been reduced to a beast rutting his mate.

  Daccia plunges his dick into me again and again. Another surge of pleasure overwhelms my senses. I use all my strength to lift my head up to look at his reflection in the mirror.

  Gods! His eyes.

  His eyes!

  I already feel changed through the Bond. I feel inwardly changed – left forever marked by Daccia’s powerful mating.

  But Daccia? Suddenly, he’s physically changed. His eyes are no longer that intense, slate-grey they were before – the color common to all Aurelians.

  Now, instead, they shine like diamonds. They’re hard. Reflective. The light dances off Daccia’s eyes, and yet somehow the shards of cold gemstone that they’ve become radiates something other than brutal dominance from them.