Page 100 of Taken By the Aurelian Warriors

The Bondthrumsin my mind as his hands wrap around my hips. I want him – no, Ineedhim – to be fully, completely inside of me –right now. There’s nothing else that matters on this entire world – in this entire galaxy. My eyes grow wide with desire as I stare into Otho’s slate-grey gaze and I silently beg him to take me.

As always – even before we knew we were destined to be Bonded together – it had been as if he knew what was in my mind without me even having to say it.

Otho grips my hips with those massive hands and forces me down against his cock. He’s so full and swollen with need he impales me on his huge dick. He’s thicker than Brennan, and his hard cock stretches me open anew as I straddle this virile alien warrior. I’m not riding him – I’m more skewered by him. I can barely move as Otho grips my hips and pulls me up and down around him.

His hands squeeze painfully as he moves me on his huge shaft, forcefully making sure I take every inch of his huge, hard shaft as I slap down into his lap. Every aching jolt of pain from this rough mating is transformed into pleasure through the Bond; and I’m filled with Brennan’s fresh, copious seed – wetness that is slick and hot, letting Otho enter me more easily than his battle leader.

I’m in ecstasy when I feel Lazar step forward, to stand behind me and press his huge chest against my back.

His hands wrap around me – roaming to my bouncing tits and playing with my rock-hard nipples. Then, I feel Lazar’s huge dick pressing against my back. It throbs – filled and aching with desire for me.

For a split second, I imagine Lazar’s huge hands spreading my ass cheeks – and how deliciously wicked it would feel to have that immense dick pressed inside of my tight, untouched ass; all while Otho’s huge shaft continues to claim my spasming pussy.

I scream out in pleasure – if you can even call it that. The sounds emerging from my mouth are barely human. Likewise, as I scream out loud, I watch Otho’s eyeschange. As I stare deeply into them, I watch them turn from empty, slate-grey orbs to balls of pure, white ivory – fresh, heavenly goodness staring down at me with the purity of virginal snow beneath the moonlight.

Otho’s aura explodes into my mind – becoming as much a part of me as myself. Brennan remains there too – now a permanent resident in my psyche. But where Brennan’s aura is tortured and blackened by the burden of leadership, Otho’s is as wholesome as fresh, warm milk; that cleanses my mind of anxiety and doubt as I drink deeply of his aura.

My vision blurs – and to my amazement, I find myself lifted from thenow; going from staring at the muscled body of the brute in front, through my own eyes, to suddenly seeing the world fromhisfield of vision. I’m watching myself through Otho’s eyes – so small, and feminine, and helpless in front of him. I can feel the magnitude of his endless desire welling up inside our Bond; protectiveness, and affection, and a burninglust.

It’s too intense. Otho has lost control of his emotions – and all he feels is protective ownership as he surrenders to the mating rage and makes mehis.

Then, more hands roam over my body.

Do they belong to Brennan? Otho? Lazar? I no longer know. In fact, I don’t even know where I end and these Aurelians begin any more – it’s as if we’re one, mentally and physically.

Time melts away, and Otho growls out a mating challenge to the world as he, too, cums deep inside of me. His fingers tighten around my hips and he pulls me down into his lap; filling me with his cock as it empties the contents of his seed-filled balls inside of me. As his cock pulses and spasms, shooting his energy into my no-longer innocent body, I climax to the point of nearly losing my mind.

The Bond amplifies pleasure, I know that – but it didn’t need to in this instance. I’m rewarded with the satisfaction of my own dark desires; that had been building inside of me since long before I ever saw these three magnificent warriors in the flesh.

It feels natural – destined, andright– to have this powerful warrior sate himself inside of me. There’s no greater pleasure than the feeling of beinghis.

Otho groans in satisfaction. But while he may be able to rest now, I know I have one more of this magnificent triad to satisfy.

My body is shaking and weak, but I don’t need to do this alone. Like a team – like a single, symbiotic entity – the three Aurelians move as one; lifting me from Otho’s cock like I’m a toy.

My pussy clenches instinctively, trying to keep the freshly spurted seed of Otho deep inside me, mixed with that of Brennan within my pussy.

The three warriors lift and carry me effortlessly – as if I weigh nothing. I find myself turned and placed on all fours on a table beside the bench; knees resting on old blankets, with my ass lifted high into the air.

On this table, lower than the bench, I’m at the perfect height for Lazar to take position behind me, and curl his huge hands around my hips. Pulling me back against him, Lazar presses the bell-head of his dick against my opening. I’m drooling the cum of his two battle-brothers – but rather than being put off by that, the sight makes Lazar growl with arousal; as if more turned on at the thought of adding his own seed to the competition mix of cum already filling me. The seed of three God-like warriors, mixed inside of me, starting a gladiatorial battle to decide which of these magnificent aliens would father the first son poised to be grown within me.

On my knees on that table, I try to catch my breath. I’m shivering with ecstasy, but I’m tired, and already so weak from this robust, feral mating. Yet, it’s as if the tiredness can’t hold me back. I’m suddenly determined not to be just taken hard by this third alien warrior. No, I want to show him that I’m more than just a vessel for his breeding seed. I might be tiny in comparison to them, but I’m their equal – their Fated Mate.

Lazar slowly presses his dick into me, filling me with a new, insistent need. I could have just accepted the heavenly sensation – but instead, I press my hips back against him to claim it as my own.

He moans and growls with pleasure – perhaps surprised by my slutty response. I look back over my shoulder at him, as he stands towering overhead. I’m sweat-soaked, my hair tangled and messy, but I ache to satisfy him, and I’m determined to prove myself.

To that end, every thrust of his dick is met by me pressing back against him as hard as I can – looking up over my shoulder as I do so – as if challenging him to fuck me harder, or deeper.

The room echoes with the sound of our bodies slamming and slapping together in violent passion. I won’t just surrender and have him take me. I bite my lip, staring back at him, and the expression of lust in my eyes must have been too much for Lazar to handle; because I see his eyes grow wide and flash a gentle green; exploding from slate-grey monochrome to brilliant color as his aura similarly bursts to brilliance within my mind.

As Lazar nearly explodes inside my pussy, his aura explodes inside my mind – flooding me with his energy.

Fresh. Energetic. Jubilant. He’s a new light in my shrouded mind; and his aura nestles between Otho’s and Brennan’s, as it was always meant to be – as if keeping the two from mixing.

Lazar has need, and protectiveness, just like the others – but the emotion he feels most strongly is that of pure adoration; worship for his Goddess. I’ve never imagined anybody feeling about me the way he does. I’m hiseverything. I’m his reason for being – the woman in the universe who is and always has been the only prize he’s ever wanted.

I look back at the devilishly handsome warrior – my Bond-enhanced senses heightening my ability to see each line of his tightly defined muscles, and every line of his perfect abs. His chiseled body and his intelligent face are like works of art to me; and yet he’s the one staring at me like one of the wonders of the universe.

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