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So… Why is it so fuckinghardto be mad at them?

When I look at Stryker, Brigg and Haleon, all I feel islust.

I look up, and I see there’s a dark sadness to the three of them as they look at each other; confused at my rejection of their advances.

“It’s okay… I don’t hate you guys. I just… I just don’t know what’s happening,” I say to them, trying to keep my tone as kind and gentle as I can. I’m scared to death that thisisreal, and yet even more terrified that it’s all fake – a psychotic hallucination. If I’m mad, I loseeverything. My career, my purpose in life, all gone.

Please - let this be real!

Fuck. I’m stillsointensely horny I can’t stand it. I ache to see their massive cocks again, but I know if I make any move that reveals my wet, hungryneedfor them that, this time, the three aliens might lose themselves completely in their passion – and I’ll be split apart.

I have no fucking clue how girls in porn manage to handle those massive cocks – and these three are even bigger than those! They’re bigger thananyI’ve ever seen, on any x-rated DVD or website.

If I’mtrulyon a jungle planet far from home, then there are no medical professionals or hospitals to treat me if Stryker, Brigg and Haleonruinme with those massive rods.

No matter how badly I want them, Ican’tlet this happen.

Or can I?

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Stryker

My worst fear just came true.

Our mate refused us. We stand looking at each other, each of us feeling the same horror deep down inside our hearts.

It took every ounce of my self-discipline not to justtakeAubrey, despite her protests. I know it makes me an evil man, but finally being in the presence of a wet, aroused female is almost too much to handle. I breath in, and the air is still laden with her scent – the desperateneedshe feels, and yet refuses to accept.

The Scorp venom in my veins tells me to teach her,now.Take herhard, and force her to admit her own needs to herself. How exquisite it would feel to have her tight cunt wrapped around my cock – to slide past her resistance and take her as my own. I clench my fists, holding back the animal in me…

…just barely.

The shame of being denied by my mate was the only thing that jolted me out of the mating frenzy I was on the brink of descending into.

I slam my palm against the wall, and the sudden fear in Aubrey’s eyes makes me regret doing so immediately. I’dscaredher.

Aubrey grabs at the wrath-bear fur we use as one of our blankets, pulling it up and covering the nakedness of her perfect breasts. My cock is throbbing painfully, but I will not go and waste my seed in the corner of the cavern. I will not be sated until I’ve shot my stream of hot seed into my mate’s perfect cunt.

“Damn it all! What did we do wrong?” I speak to my blood-brothers out loud, knowing that I’ve failed my species. My tribe can only live on through the breeding of our fated mates – the women shown to us through our powerful Orb-God.

“Can’t you see it?” Says Brigg, shaking his head, as if he’s trying to clear it. I furrow my brows, egging him on to continue. “She is strong and proud,” he continues, “but she has afearto her. It’s a sickly, twisted thing that stops her from having what she wants. Can’t you see it?” He repeats that question, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

I thought there could be some problem withme– thatmyactions offended my mate. I look at Aubrey again, and this time I see the anxiety in her movements. She trembles, pulling the blanket closer to herself, and I’m filled with self-hatred.

Thereissomething preventing her from understanding her destiny. I was born into the Scorp-Blood tribe, told the legends of my forefathers – who battled huge beasts to earn their fated mates. I watched as our tribal leader grew his harem until it numbered four, beautiful women – and he guarded them jealously.

I have no need for such a harem. I want – no, IneedAubrey. I step closer to her, sitting down next to her and forcing my mind to clear. My cock is still throbbing, but I willnotlose myself in the mating frenzy – not until sheachesfor it. I wish badly I spoke her language. If I could, I could explain to Aubrey that she has nothing to fear. I would die before I let anything happen to her.

I grab another blanket, this one from the pelt of a leap-wolf, and hand it to her. She takes it from me with the weakest smile – one that hurts my heart. She wraps hers near-naked body in it. Our cave is cool and pleasant, a welcome respite from the heat of the outside world. I breath in deeply, and her scent is the most perfect torment.

“I can’t stand it. I will sleep over here,” says Haleon, feeling the same tortured lust as me. He grabs a blanket and walks to the other side of the cavern, as far away from Aubrey as possible.

Brigg nods, doing the same, extinguishing the torches as he passes them.

Though it is a true torture to be so near to my mate without being able to claim her, I still relish her proximity. I look up, and see Brigg settling down on the smooth, polished stone floor of our cave. It took us a month of precise cutting with our Orb-weapons to get the walls of this cave so smooth and perfect.

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