Page 50 of Aurelian Prisoner

…to seed me. Toclaimme.

Daccia grips my hips so hard that I think I'll have the marks of his hands and fingers imprinted on my flesh for the next two days. Then heimpalesme with his cock. The whimper that emerges from my mouth doesn't even sound human anymore, as tears of twisted pleasure stream down my face.

I can’t even think any more – I can onlybein this perfect moment. I exist only in this moment, in which every worry and stress I’ve ever hadmeltsaway. Daccia’s huge dick has turned me into a mindless slut for his use...

…and I love it.

Daccia pulls his dick almost completely out of me – until only the tip of his cock is still pressing against my slit. Then, he suddenly forceseveryinch of that thick, rock-hard shaft back inside me – in one slow, steady, all-powerful thrust.

My jaw hangs completely open, my mouth gaping as Daccia invades me. His huge, heavy balls bounce against my mons, and I finally know that he’s claimed me entirely – he’s buried in my pussy right to the hilt of his huge shaft.

Suddenly, all I can think about is the hot, boiling cum in those heavy balls – cum thatachesto be released deep inside my tight little cunt.

“Oh, Gods! Yes!” I’m barely able to form coherent thoughts – and even more shocked that I can still vocalize even those single syllables.

My body is now limp against the steel restraints that present me like a prize to the three alien warriors. As Daccia fucks me, the Bond digs ever deeper into my mind. It pulls up all the old, submissive urges I’ve tried to deny – and now I have to just…let go.

I’ve ached for this surrender for years. Now, all I want is to let this dominant triad of alienstake me.

Daccia’s aura flares hotly inside my mind. Iknowwhat he’s feeling. This isn’t like bedding a human man. It’s not even like the experiences I’d had in that first Aurelian harem – where I still didn’t know if the triad of Elites had any genuine care for me, or if the three aliens were simply using me for sexual release.

But Daccia feels like heownsme. This isn’t the possession of a piece of art, or a fast spaceship. This is a possession that will never be relinquished. Daccia’s hands grip my hips firmly, and through our Bond I know he’ll spend his entire life fighting to claim me.

And the most incredible thing? In this moment?

Ifeellike his property.

There's an animal hunger that’s eating Daccia up, and part of me wants him to succumb to it – for him to take me like his bitch. The other half of me doesn't know if I’d even survive the encounter. I canfeelthe raw need he has for me – and it's almost incomprehensible that he hasn’t lost all semblance of sentience already, and been reduced to a beast rutting his mate.

Daccia plunges his dick into me again and again. Another surge of pleasure overwhelms my senses. I use all my strength to lift my head up to look at his reflection in the mirror.

Gods! His eyes.

His eyes!

I already feel changed through the Bond. I feel inwardly changed – left forever marked by Daccia’s powerful mating.

But Daccia? Suddenly, he’sphysicallychanged. His eyes are no longer that intense, slate-grey they were before – the color common to all Aurelians.

Now, instead, they shine like diamonds. They’re hard. Reflective. The light dances off Daccia’s eyes, and yet somehow the shards of cold gemstone that they’ve become radiates something other than brutal dominance from them.

Protectiveness.

Daccia releases his grip from my hips. His huge hands gently begin to move all over my body. His thrusts slow as he enjoys the sensation of filling me with each long, unstoppable thrust. I whimper and moan as his huge fingers explore and tease my flesh, sending tingles throughout my body. Daccia is so large, and his muscled arms so long, that he can easily reach around my whole body with one hand and caress my hard, desperate nipples. It sends new waves of tingling pleasure through me.

Compared to his rough mating, Daccia’s touch is so gentle. It shocks me. He’s so possessive, it makes my surrender even more complete. This isn’t the ownership of a beast claiming its mate. This is more like the ownership of a husband claiming his wife.

As we fuck, Daccia’s right hand travels up my back. I can feel every brush of his fingertips more intensely than ever before. I realize it must be the Bond at work. Suddenlyeverysensation is more…potent.

Every color in the room, every sound that fills my ears – even the musk of Daccia’s scent as he takes me is crystal clear now. It’s like all these sensations have been enhanced.

I realize now they have. It’s part of the Bond. It’s altered my senses – and now, for the rest of my life, everything I feel and experience will be distilled and enhanced.

Daccia’s hand grazes the back of my neck. I’ve never felt so small and helpless before. He could wrap his whole hand around my throat and choke me if he wanted. Instead, Daccia just continues to thrust himselfso fucking deepinside of me. The pleasure that storms through my body makes me feel weak – deliciously powerless as utter bliss dominates my mind.

Waves of pure bliss are building and building inside of me with each of Daccia’s powerful thrusts. He's drawn out something deep within me – something thatneededto come to the surface. He’s awoken something so irrevocablymethat it threatens to overwhelm my sense of identity.

Gods! How I’ve ached to be taken by a man like Daccia; but never even realized it.

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