Page 127 of Sold to the Alien Smugglers

The force of it wells up in my mind like I’ve struck oil – dark, deep, and rich as it floods my mind. In the real world, my clothes have now been thrown across the room – and now the Aurelians tear their own combat armor off, surrendering to the Bond-induced mating frenzy of their species.

It all feels like a dream – yet it all feels so crystal-clear in reality.

Naked, the Aurelians loom over me. Their huge cocks rise, no longer restrained by their tight combat pants. Whereas before I’d felt trepidation and concern at the sight of them –they were so fucking big!– now my mouth waters.

The Bondthrumsin my mind, and I stretch my lips open in pure lust. Nothing exists but their bodies – their being; their auras burning with a need as powerful as my own.

I try to form the words in my mouth. Itryto tell them that the Toad Lord is planning to kill us all – but I can’t.Thisis everything.

I know the Aurelians can sense the concern in my aura, but they too are overwhelmed by the need to claim me.

Lucius and Quint lay beside me, touching me, and caressing me – calming my body as Marcel mounts me.

“W-wait…” I gasp, as my rational mind sends oneveryspecific thought to my mind. “I’ve got to…”

I reach between my thighs – up inside me – and slide the tiny Orb-Knife from where I’d hidden it. I do it surreptitiously, and Lucius hides it with a movement so fluid I don’t know where it goes.

All eyes return to my naked, trembling body.

Marcel looms above me.

I lie beneath him, and stare up at his massive, broad body – his muscles so defined, it’s as if they’re carved from marble. His jaw is so strong, and his deep, serious gaze makes me feel so safe and protected as he looks down at me.

With his battle-brothers soothing me, Marcel presses my legs apart. My thighs spread instinctively for this huge, alpha male. I’m already so slick and wet, and it’s not the Bond that’s made me so fucking aroused. I keep staring at that huge, bobbing cock – spurting pre-cum and coating my entrance – and know it was designed by the Gods for exactly this purpose – for fucking his Fated Mate.

It’s Marcel’s purpose in life – the highest honor for any Aurelian. His aura is bubbling and boiling in my mind, a volcano ready to erupt. He presses the throbbing head of his cock against my eager slit, and then his eyes roll backward as he breathes in deeply and loses himself in my scent.

Marcel thrusts himself into me, and everything is suddenly right again.

All thoughts of worry and fear melt from my mind. He feels so fuckinggoodas he slowly enters me, stretching and filling me deliciously. The Bond rewards our coupling with a pulse of golden pleasure – one that mixes with my body’s natural arousal at being claimed by this huge Aurelian.

The bed creaks and groans beneath our weight and the force of Marcel’s thrusts. Quint runs his hand through my hair, turning my head to face him. I look into his huge, ice-blue eyes – which stare at me with such ravenous hunger. Quint kisses me deeply, and then I feel Lucius’s lips kissing down the nape of my neck, all the way down to my shoulder. Then, with a growl, he finds the sensitive bud of my nipple.

I gasp as he sucks at it – little sparks of pleasure jolting through my body beneath his touch. As I shudder in arousal, Marcel thrustsslowlyinto me, his body taut and quivering with barely-repressed need. He can hardly stop himself from impaling me with one huge, brutal movement – but I know he’s eager to make me feel only pleasure from our mating.

As Marcel fucks me, I gaze upward – and I’ve never felt so tiny in my life. I’m surrounded by huge, six-hundred-pound warriors with foot-long cocks, and they’re all intently focused on just one thing.

Me.

I’m the very reason they exist.

I’m their everything – and I can feel the truth of that so clearly through our Bond.

My body responds to the rock-hard firmness of Marcel’s cock, with pleasure swelling up inside me as he stretches me open. My body can do nothing to resist him – not that I would want it to. His alien pre-cum lets him slide his too-big dick all the way into me, stretching me out to delicious extremes.

It’s as if my pussymoldsto him, my body changing from the Bond – allowing him to press himself deeper and deeper inside of me than any other human female could take pleasure in.

But all I know is pleasure. I whimper as Quint’s tongue swirls in my mouth, then he breaks the kiss off and laps down the skin of my throat, until he finds my left nipple.

As Lucius and Quint devour my tits, I run my hands across their buzzed scalps – trying to find something to hold onto as Marcel spreads my thighs wider and snarls like a beast – forcing every inch of his monstrous dick inside of me.

Then, he releases my leg and lifts his hand, licking the huge thumb of his right hand, before pressing it down against my clit.

“Oh fuuuuuuck,” I whimper, as he circles his thumb around my sensitive bud – the sensation too intense for me to process. His aura burns in my mind. He’s sating his endless desires inside of me.

I am the only woman in the world that can satisfy him.

I’m his drug – his Goddess. I’m his reason for being.

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