Page 17 of Claimed by the Alien Warrior Triad

Their cocks are hard and throbbing, eager for my body. I swallow hard, not knowing what I’m going to do.

Haleon starts down the tunnel, leading the way with the light of his flickering torch. I follow him, and the other two aliens trail along behind me. I can feel their eyes on my backside as I walk, and it both disturbs and arouses me. I try not to add just a little extra wiggle to each step.

Aliens. That’s how I described them – and I’ve landed on the fact that theymustbe aliens; if they’re even real at all.

But if theyare, and they reallydidcapture and abduct me, no other explanation makes sense.

I mean, I still think the most rational explanation for all this is a mental breakdown – but this hallucination I’m experiencing is so real, sovisceral, that I’m starting to question everything.

The four of us walk down the tunnel, and I hear the sound of running water ahead. The passageway ends, and my eyes light up at the cavern in front of me.

The mountain home is not the drab, dim cave I was expecting. In one corner are three piles of furs and blankets, obviously used for sleeping. In the middle of the cave is a stone-hewn dining table with huge rock lumps that the three aliens must use as chairs. Across from the sleeping area is large pool of water which ends in a thin, fast-flowing stream that exits the cavern.

I blush when I see the soft, dry leaves next to it. It’s obviously a primitive version of a restroom!

I walk to the water’s edge, wanting to fully understand my surroundings, and dip my finger into the flowing water. It’s pleasantly warm, and though I hesitate to think about such…practicaldetails, I know I’d feel cleaner using the washroom here than on Earth – if I could just convince the three aliens to turn their heads – or, better yet, leave the whole cavern when I have to go.

Squatting over a fast-moving stream. Great. Well, in Japan they use bidets – so this isn’t that different, right?

I run my hands against the cavern walls, marveling at how smooth they are. The cozy little cave stressed me out on the way up, and I feared it would be full of other, more beautiful women… But, instead, there’s nothing here to suggest anyone else lives in this cavern except the three huge men.

The three aliens look at me with raw lust, but they don’t make a move…yet.

I welcome them giving me time to familiarize myself with my new surroundings. On the cavern walls are sconces with unlit torches slotted into them. Haleon touches his lit fire against each of them in turn, one by one, until the whole cave is bathed in a warm, welcoming light.

This lets me see the whole place even better – and as I look around, I marvel at the craftsmanship of the stone table. If it was a foot or two lower down, it would be just perfect for my height.

“Torm,” says Stryker warmly, smiling and showing his white teeth as he opens his arms, spreading his hands to gesture at the entire domicile.

I hope ‘torm’ means home, or welcome.

I try to smile back, but I’ve never been so nervous. Stryker steps closer to me, his brilliant green eyes filled with lust and his cock surging. He can’t wait another second. He towers over me, his massive bulk making me feel so small and vulnerable. I take a nervous step back.

Haleon and Brigg lose their smiles, their eyes hungry as they approach me like wild beasts. The three of them step forward in a ring. Fear grips my heart, almost as powerful as my need for them. The terrifying warriors may have protected me so far, but if theyarereal… It means they brought me here for one reason, and one reason only.

Tobreedme.

“Oh, God…” I whisper, fear and lust igniting my desires in a way I’ve never experienced before. This feels so different from my quick couplings of the past. This feels…raw.

Stryker speaks in his language, the words sounding less guttural and more sensual as his voice lowers to a low, deep rumble. He takes another step towards me. I can’t understand the words he’s speaking, but Iknowhe’s telling me what he’s about to do with me.Tome. I step back, and my back hits the smooth wall.

I’m trapped between a rock and threeveryhard places.

Stryker’s hand slowly reaches towards my face. He strokes my cheek with the back of two fingers, staring into my eyes with those two, burning green orbs of his.

Then he leans forward and kisses me like no oneeverhas before.

I’m shocked. I expected a huge, powerful, handsome man like him to be a practiced kisser. The kiss is amateur, though, with no real technique butsuchincredible passion.

His tongue slips inside my mouth, exploring me, and his mouth tastes fresh like faint mint. He stops the kiss, pulling back, and I melt at the loss of his lips pressed against mine.

“Oh,” I say softly, my legs trembling.

Haleon reaches forward, and I think he’s going to grope me, or pinch my hard, desperate nipples. Instead, he presses his palm against my left breast, feeling my heartbeat through my firm flesh. His almost-grey eyes, tinged with green, drink me up – staring at me like nothing else exists. He slowly takes my hand and presses it against the slab-like muscle of his chest which covers his own heart.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

His heart is beating as fast as mine. Itpounds, like he’s run a marathon, and I can feel how eager he is for me. It’s endearing, in a strange way. The mohawked warrior defeated a massive eagle earlier – and has probably faced more terrifying beasts than I will ever know. If he wanted to, Haleon could rip my clothes off right now, andfuckme hard against the wall with that huge rod of his – ignoring my pain as he uses me for his own pleasure. I gulp hard at the image, imagining how sinfully good it would feel for the three men tolose control.

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