Page 14 of Claimed by the Alien Warrior Triad

A Scorp earned us our manhood and markings. The crocodile offered us a glimpse at our fated mate. Yesterday, we took the final step towards our destiny – and nearly died as a result.

We descended into a Scorp nest to kill the Queen and bring back her head.

Many Aurelian triads attempt to go into those caves. Few return. We came back bloodied, but victorious – and offered the sacrifice we’d earned to our Orb God.

The Orb God had accepted it, and opened a portal in the plains for us.

When the portal opened, into a frozen and teeming world of towering concrete spires, it opened exactly where Aubrey was standing.

The moment I caught sight of her, my heart pounded faster than it has ever done in any battle.

She was –is– soperfect.

Curved in all the right places, with a fire that burns deeply in her dark, brown eyes.

And now she’s here, with us – marching towards our mountain home with a determination I didn’t expect from such a small, achingly human woman.

I watched her stride, and I ache to pick her up and carry her. Her tiny human legs are too small for such a long trek.

The Scorp caves are the graves of many Aurelian warriors. The ones who succeed at gaining a mate never stop going back into battle, to earn even more women. The chief of my tribe has four wives, and many sons. It’s our duty to amass a similar harem of women; to secure the future of our tribe.

Butdamnmy duty. When I look at Aubrey, I can’t imagine wanting more than her… anythingor anywomanother than her. Ineed her,desperately. My cock twitches, throbbing with desire for her body. Every instinct in me tells me to rip Aubrey’s clothes off right now, and take her hard; to seed her over and over until her breasts fill with milk and her belly swells with my heir.

Soon.

The moment we’re safe in our cavernous home, I’m going to sate my hunger inside her perfect, wet little cunt.

Aubrey glances back at me, and her eyes drift down to my rock-hard cock. I know she can sense my need. There’s no shame in my utter desire for her.

I can see the lust plain in her eyes, too. She can’t hide it.

She wants me –badly. And I will have her.

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Oh, God. These three aliens are looking at me like they’re starving, and I’m the only thing on the menu.

It isn’t just their ravenous stares that show their hunger for me. Their virile, masculine bodies are tense with need, every muscle flexed. Their cocks are impossibly huge and throbbing, and I imagine they’re literallydrippingwith lust beneath those loincloths.

I’ve never felt so wanted – so small, and vulnerable. The thought of being the object of desire for these three men is both terrifying and intoxicating. Just imagine – three mouths, kissing and licking my body all at once. Three sets of hands, roaming over every inch of my skin. Three huge, throbbing…

I swallow hard. I hope my arousal isn’t as clear as theirs. My nipples are hard, desperate buds, pressed against my bra and begging for stimulation. I’ve never felt so much heat between my thighs before, and my need intensifies whenever I glance back and see the three sets of green eyes riveted on my body – as though I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.

But doubt hits me.

Either this is real, and I’veactually been abducted by cavemen aliens,or I’m bonkers. Stark, raving mad. Sweat drips down my face. I must look like a hot mess right now.

If it’s option one, I can’t blame Stockholm syndrome for my desire.Anysane woman would be weak in the knees at the presence of these three, gorgeous men. They radiate dominance and violence, with jaw-droppingly handsome features, bodies that look like they were carved out of marble, and those huge…hammersbetween their legs. Stryker, Brigg and Haleon trigger primordial desires in me. Desires that I suspect lurk in the root of every human’s spinal cord. Primal desires forged from primitive times, when choosing your mate was a matter of life or death. I ache for these men, and I know it comes from a part of me that never forgot how the strength of your man often determined if your children survived or died.

But…

If these Greek God-like aliensarereal, then who is to say I’m the only woman they’ve abducted and brought to their jungle planet? There’s three of them, after all. They couldn’t possibly be satisfied with asinglewoman.

Could I expect to enter their home and be greeted by a harem of women prettier than me? Women younger, and more charming, and who don’t have disgusting scars carved all over their thighs? I wince as I step on a rock, but I hide the pain – not wanting to show any weakness in front of these three towering aliens.

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