Page 33 of Aurelian Prisoner

It’s my last resort! My final hope. Ihaveto keep it hidden.

To that end, I look up – into Daccia’s slate-grey eyes. I can’t read a single flicker of emotion from them – Aurelians are liked damned statues – but the huge erection tenting out Daccia’s pants tells me all I need to know.

I lick my lips – settling back into the examination chair and spreading my legs.

I give Daccia a shameless view of my pussy – and from the heat between my legs, I know it must be glistening with my arousal.

Daccia growls – his eyes widening fractionally.

"AI - secure her!"

Daccia’s voice sounds strained – and I realize how close to breaking point he is. However, it might be too late. Suddenly, metal tendrils whip out from the edges of the chair. The ship’s AI controls them, and the steel tentacles curl around my wrists and ankles to restrain me.

I gasp as I'm suddenly held down – pinned to the chair, and my legs forced shut. Now I can’t even try to tease this giant man with my body – he’s taken away my last hope of making his resolve crack.

But perhaps not a moment too soon. As Daccia stands there, I see himpantingin need. I watch his hands clench into fists. I know he’s trying desperately to stop himself from striding forward and spreading me open. He’s barely able to stop himself wrenching open his pants and pulling out that impossibly huge cock – so he can fuck me, hard and fast.

His alien desires are building and building. The stern alien warrior was right on the brink of losing control and succumbing to his species’ infamous mating frenzy.

If that happens, I'm free. He can’t legally take me back to Colossus – not if he'sfuckedhis prisoner.

As I said – it’s far from my ideal escape scenario, but I’m no longer sure what other option I might have. I need to do this –now.

"Daccia,” I murmur seductively, biting my bottom lip. “You don't have to hold back. I want your cockso fucking badly.”

Daccia stands there like a statue, but the outline of his foot-long cock – threatening to tear open the material of his pants – is all the indication I need that my plan might work.

I lower my voice to a breathy whisper.

“Make me your bitch, Daccia. Make me your little slut…"

I whimper and squirm against my restraints. My breathy words are only half-designed to drive him wild. I know I have to play it carefully. Aurelians are addicted tosubmissivehuman women. It triggers something deep inside of them – their desire to dominate.

I have to sound like I’mbegginghim – not seducing him.

Fortunately, I know just how to play this towering Aurelian. I learned while I was in that Aurelian harem. I know how to leverage the weakness of Aurelians… Their obsession…

The fact that Aurelian warriors spend their whole lives desperately searching for thatultimateform of domination – the Bond.

The only way for an Aurelian to confirm whether or not a human female is his ‘Fated Mate’ is to fuck her – and that’s why Aurelians collect their huge harems, and still scour the universe further. Their mating frenzies are legendary because of their need to fuck any fertile female, just in casesheis the one…

The one woman with DNA compatible to theirs. The one woman who can sire their children.

Suddenly, I freeze.

A thought occurs. A ridiculous thought – a thought so unlikely that I scold myself for even considering it.

But consider it I must.

If I succeed in pushing Daccia over the edge, it won’t just be the rough mating frenzy I'll have to withstand. There is a possibility – a ridiculously, infinitesimally unlikely possibility – that I am his ‘Fated Mate.’

It’s so unlikely that it’s not worth worrying about… But Iamworrying about it.

I know I shouldn’t. That out of all the billions of humans and Aurelians spread across the almost infinite width of the universe, the chances ofmebeing the compatible Bonded mate of this Aurelian triad are so remote that it’s almost laughable…

But it does happen.

Sometimes, Aureliansdofind their Fated Mate.

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