Page 12 of Aurelian Prisoner

…part of mestillcraves the harsh dominance of Aurelians.

I was taken time and time again while I was in that harem, and I can’t pretend that it didn’t leave me breathless and trembling. I can’t pretend that part of me wasn’t tempted to stay…

I can’t pretend that part of me doesn’t tremble with anticipation right now, at the thought of re-experiencing that passion and power, at the hands of these three towering Aurelian warriors.

But that will only happen if they really are Rogue Aurelians – exiles from the Empire.

If they’re Law Enforcement – as part of me stubbornly suspects – then it won’t be pleasure and passion I receive from them. It’ll be a cold pair of cuffs around my wrists. I’ll be shackled and my freedom will be taken away – for good this time.

I hope beyond hope that these Aurelians really are Rogue – and steel myself for what they might do to me if that’s true.

“Of course,sir,” I murmur in what I hope is a seductive tone – emphasizing the last word:Sir.

That’ll get them turned on almost as much as my body will – I know that for a fact. Aureliansloveto be dominant. I found that out during those three painful weeks on an Aurelian planet.

My mind briefly recalls my time spent on there.

I’d been just eighteen when I volunteered for an Aurelian harem on Antonius 5, the spice planet. I made sure I was the perfect little submissive slut for the triad who accepted me. I gave them everything about myself – my body, my soul…

Everything except my heart. That I reserved for my missing sister; and my quest to recover her from the space-pirates.

Yes, I’d given those Aurelians everything…

…until I’d got access to their safe, and then I’d stolen enough to pay the pirate’s ransom.

I’d been willing to whore myself out to save my sister’s life…

…but not my own.

I stand there and feel the heat of Daccia’s eyes on my body. It’s so fucking tempting to give in – to embrace the tortured pleasures I’d experienced as part of an Aurelian harem…

But I won’t.

I’d done that for my sister. Fucking these three Aurelians now? It wouldn’t get me any close to finding her. To rescuing her – if she was even still alive.

So, I won’t give in. Not to them, or to my barely restrained desires.

If these Aurelians want me, they’re going to have to take me – kicking and screaming.

Not that they wouldn’t be able to. These three alien bastards are so fucking huge that they’d be able to pin me down effortlessly. They could take me, and fuck me hard, and seed me again and again – and there’d be absolutely nothing I could do to stop them.

Each of these beastly men must weigh four or five-hundred pounds, and that’s more than enough pure muscle to force me to submit to whatever they desire of me.

I gulp dryly, remembering my experiences. I could barely walk for a week after my first time with an Aurelian – and since my three weeks spent in an Aurelian harem, I’ve barely touched another man.

Why would I? No human could ever compare to the feeling of being with those God-like, perfect aliens. That’s what’s so terrible about them – how my hatred for their kind is intertwined with lust and desire.

I set my jaw. I need to do what I need to do – and nothing more.

So, I lick my lips, and snap my fingers. The AI – the artificial intelligence unit – instantly begins playing a slow, sensuous beat on the speakers in this private room.

As the music plays, I slowly begin swaying my hips. Aurelians are obsessed with fertility, and I know what will drive them wild. While most human men may think I’m too much – all curves, and hips, and ample flesh – I know Aurelians are addicted to fertile-looking female bodies like mine. Proof in point – the eyes of the three Aurelians eyes drop to my body, entranced by the rhythm of my hips, and it’s as if I’m charming a trio of snakes.

I lick my lips as their “snakes” rise visibly inside their suit pants.

I remember back to the three weeks I’d spent tricking that Aurelian triad back on Antonius 5. Oh, Gods – the way they’d mated with me, again and again, still makes my toes curl at night.

I’m ashamed to admit it, but I was nearly addicted to their perfect bodies – to their rough, almost painful dominance. They used me like they owned me. I barely got out alive.

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