Page 72 of Taken By the Aurelian Warriors

I canseethe huge, hard rod of his stiff cock straining against the material of his pants – just inches from my face.

Even accounting for the fact that I’m so close to Otho’s crotch, thatthingin his pants is still fucking huge! I can imagine him lifting the hem of my skirt and plunging that straining shaft inside of me – ruining me forever as he becomes the one to claim my innocence.

“Are you going to try to escape again?”

Otho repeats his question – but this time, the words barely come out.

His question is garbled. It’s like a lion trying to speak the common tongue – as if his mighty maw, evolved for ripping through flesh, isn’t designed for human words.

Meanwhile, there’s still a last thread of defiance in me – a withered, but still-vibrant tendril of steel that knows if I ever get another opportunity to escape,of courseI’ll take it.

Or will I?

A wave of confusion hits me.

I’m trapped. I’m a captive. I’m helpless in the ownership of these three, towering aliens…

…and yet, somehow, I’ve never felt so free before.

The spanking hurts – but in the one night I’ve spent with these Aurelians, I feel like I’ve experienced more of the world than I had in the entirety of my previous life – kept isolated and safe behind the stone walls of my father’s estate.

But I can’t let Otho know that.

“I won’t try to escape again,” I whimper, and this time there’s at least the illusion of truth in my voice.

I get a strange feeling – a sense. I look up, tears rolling down my cheeks, and I see that Brennan is staring down at me with an uncharacteristic grin on his haughty face. There’s that familiar, cruel line to his mouth, though – a cruelness I’m not ready for.

Brennan’s voice is dripping with desire as he murmurs:

“I think she needs a few more, Otho – to make the lesson stick.”

My lip trembles. The spanking has been painful so far, but the pain was tinged with my own need. It was pleasurable, in a strange and masochistic way.

But anything more, and I fear it will cross the line of what I can endure – or what my captors can endure themselves. Otho is already panting. I can see the outline of his cock, straining against his pants. He’s on fire with desire – balanced on the knife-edge of losing himself to temptation.

His huge hand lifts from between my shoulder blades. I’m no longer crushed down against the table.

“No,” Otho speaks with an unexpected certainty – I don’t think many other people would speak to their leader like that. “She’s learned her lesson, Brennan. She chose me to deliver her punishment precisely because I know when to stop – and I shan’t betray that trust in me.”

Brennan’s face changes – the cruelness instantly leaving his expression, as if he’s snapping out of a trance. Just like I’m discovering a secret, unbidden desire to be dominated, Brennan was equally unprepared for the depths of hisneedto punish me.

But he nods – and watches me as I straighten up and turn, facing Otho.

My legs are wobbly. My ass throbs like it’s on fire. I can feel my own pulse between my thighs, and it’s hot and insistent.

As if on autopilot – not even thinking of why I’m saying it – I murmur to Otho:

“Thank you.”

I can’t believe I’m actuallythankingthe creature who just spanked me – but as the words leave my trembling lips, I realize it’s because Otho showed me mercy. I’m thanking him not for punishing me, but for holding back. If I’d let Brennan discipline me, I know the leader of the Aurelians would have snapped. Instead of standing on my own two feet in front of this warrior triad, I’d still be bent over the workbench – moaning and whimpering as Brennan drove his cock deep inside of me…

Oh, Gods.

Just the thought of that makes me feel so small and helpless. I realize I bring out something dark in Brennan – something I’m not yet ready for, and something I’m not even sure he’s ready for himself.

…and yet, there’s a deep, primal part of me that desires to let go – to let him take control, and anything else his urges desire him to take.

Likeme, for example.

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