Page 48 of Aurelian Prisoner

His huge hands grip my hips tighter, squeezing my flesh as he holds me in place. The steel restraints are still binding me, keeping me helpless for him to use as he thrusts the obscene length of his slick cock in and out of me.

My eyes roll back – and yet I can't help but look at my own reflection in the mirror. I look so small and helpless, bound and helpless as this huge Aurelian warrior makes me his willing little bitch. Within my mind, his aura pulses with desperate need – and underneath that primal desire is a steely determination to conquer me completely.

A new wave of pleasure suddenly flows over me, and it’s not just from the satisfying, pain-and-pleasure sensation of being roughly opened and claimed by this Aurelian warrior. There’s now a dark link between Daccia and I.

We are Bonded – for eternity.

As his aura fills my mind, I start to instinctivelyfeelwhat that means. Daccia presses himself into me deeper and deeper – and pain flares up as his enormous cock stretches me almost to the point of ruining me forever.

But the pain is mixed with pleasure, plus a darkneedto be used.

Gods! I’d heard rumors that the Bond enhances every dark, dirty desire that you try to hide away. It brings to the surface all of those things you dream about at night, when you twist and turn in sweaty sheets, left unsatisfied. It all comes boiling up to the surface when the Bond takes hold of you.

I’ve had some…darkdesires that I’m terrified are going to be pulled from inside of me. Desires I’m terrified will be drawn out andexposedto these three men.

Way back, when I’d joined that Aurelian harem to steal from the triad of Elites, I’d merely been playing the part of an eager, willing woman whore.

Now, I want it to bereal. Iwantto serve these three towering warriors – to be dominated, punished…

…and worshiped.

The whimper that comes from my mouth sounds so fucking slutty, and that just turns me on even more. Daccia growls like a beast, thrusting himself in and out of me, filling me so deeply with that baseball bat-sized cock that is still only halfway inside of me.

"You'remine."

Daccia’s feral growl makes a wave of pleasure surge through me. The sensation is almost better than the sex – but in truthnothingcould be better than this sex. Deep down, I've always craved the dominance of an Aurelian. A mere human could never tame me – but with the seven-feet-tall, Greek Gods of Colossus, I'd always felt...eager.

Back when I’d joined the harem of those Elites, I’d told myself it was all an act – a ploy to steal the funds I’d needed to save my sister. I’d lied to them, and used my wiles to trick and confuse them…

But maybe I was lying to myself the whole time.

Right now, I know I can’t deceive myself any longer. Icouldtell myself that all I want is to escape and reclaim my freedom…

…but I know that would be a lie.

There's something sorightabout being taken by Daccia. I canfeelthe way he aches for me. It’s burning him up, like fire through our shared Bond.

Before, I’d never liked the way men enjoyed looking at me. I’d always hated the way the customers at Spur’s joint jeered and leered, so obvious in their desire to fuck me.

But this? This feelsright.

Daccia’s absolute, soul-crushingneedto make me his fills my mind with a certainty I’ve never experienced before. I know that the Bond will never weaken. I know it’ll grow stronger and stronger as this alien warrior aches to make me his at a deeper and deeper level. I am now Bound to him, yes…

…but now, he is also bound tome.

Daccia's dick slides in and out of me, and each thrust sends a new wave of pleasure rippling through my body. There’s nothing as satisfying as being filled to the absolute limit by this towering, dominant alien. His cock issohard – throbbing and pressing me open. I can feel the slick pre-cum that's spurting into me with each thrust; letting his shaft sink deeper and deeper.

"You're going to bear my sons, Allie.”

Daccia’s snarl is a statement of fact – an order. It’s a reality.

In fact, when those words ring out in my mind, it’s almost like I don’thearthem, I justfeelthem, as if they bypassed my ears and entered my soul.

I remember that the Bond is the link between a triad of Aurelians and theironefertile mate.

I’m Bonded now – and that means I'll be forced into breeding servitude by these three warriors. Their alien species is all-male, and the Bond is so rare that their race celebrates it. They honor the Bond – almost worshipping it.

Even a criminal might have a chance at redemption in Aurelian society…

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