Page 43 of Sold to the Alien Smugglers

I shiver at the possibilities. My body is betraying me as I stand there, naked in front of these three towering creatures. I can’t deny I have the overwhelming urge to drop to my knees andcrawlacross the floor to Marcel – to submit myself to him, on my knees and staring up at the mountainous warrior.

I know that he wants me. All three of them do. Those shorts are so tight that there’s no hiding it. Marcel’s huge cock is stretching down his thigh, growing bigger and firmer, and straining against the thin fabric of his shorts.

I gulp again as I watch the unmistakable silhouette of it – so clearly defined that I can make out the huge, bell-shaped head of his incredible cock.

Gods – it’s too fucking big! Like a python crawling down his thigh.

My eyes flit left and right – and I see that each of Marcel’s battle brothers is packing an equally impressive shaft within their shorts.

Goosebumps ripple across my skin. My nipples pucker and harden. I have to press my thighs together tightly as my pulse throbs between my legs.

A moment beforeI’mthe one who loses control, I rush through the door Marcel pointed to – emerging into a luxurious bedroom and leaving Tessa behind me.

The bedroom is as sprawling as the lounge, but spartan in comparison. A big bed – far bigger than what we consider ‘king-sized’ on my home world – dominates the room. The furnishings of these quarters are very clearly designed to host Aurelians, which utterly confuses me. Although the two species hold an uneasy peace at the present moment, they’ve been in rivalry for dominance for a thousand human lifetimes.

The other thing that strikes me is how the bed is messy. The Aurelians don’t strike me as the sort to leave such disorganization. There’s something very strange about seeing an unmade bed in here – as if the warrior who slept here had neither the time or inclination to tuck in the blankets and make it look presentable.

But, if one thing has become clear, it’s that Marcel and his two battle brothers defy practically all the assumptions I’d held about their species. Once again, I try to fathom any justification for the three Aurelians to be on this Toad ship, and partaking in a slave auction. My trembling body is screaming for an excuse – for some explanation that isn’t as brutal as profiting from piracy and slavery.

I want to believe they’re not as evil and immoral as the circumstances suggest. I try to think about their presence logically. Surely, even if the profits from buying and selling slaves arehuge, no right-minded Aurelian would risk involvement –right?

If the Aurelian Empire found out what they were doing, Marcel and his two battle-brothers would instantly be placed on the Aurelian Kill List – a death sentence. Everybody in the universe knows that once Aurelian Law Enforcement get the scent of a slave-trading Rogue Aurelian, they don’t stop pursuing them until the rebel is behind bars or executed.

The bedroom leads to the showers that Marcel promised. My skin feels clammy and sticky as I walk into the bathroom, and I’m eager to feel clean for the first time in what seems like a lifetime.

The bathroom is no less impressive than the other two rooms. It has a wide mirror on one wall, and a huge shower cubicle built to the towering dimensions of an Aurelian. The cubicle has gleaming, glass partitions – so well-polished it’s as if they’re not even there.

I step inside the cubicle, and instantly my imagination paints the vision of the three Aurelians eagerly following me into the bathroom. I’m utterly naked, and they want me. Any one of the triad could step into this huge shower and slam me up against the glass – sinking their huge cock straight inside me.

I mean, Isawthe look in their eyes – I’m not wrong. Tessa is beautiful, and was as naked as I am now, but it was like they didn’t even notice her while I was standing in front of them.

My mind races to explain that, too.

Glancing around the shower, I see that there are no faucets, or controls.

“Water on,” I command – assuming that this shower is voice-activated, and linked to an AI.

Nothing happens.

I try again.

“Scalding fucking hot!”

Ineedthe near-burning heat to cleanse me – not just my filthy body, but my soul and mind. Yet, three seconds pass by and nothing happens. With a snarl, I slam my hand up against the glass – and that’s when water begins to cascade down, beautifully hot and cleansing.

As I lather myself in the deliciously hot water, my mind races. I wasn’t imagining it – those three Aurelians only had eyes forme. It was as if Tessa had as much sexual allure as a chair, or table.

I wonder…

There’s only one thing Aurelians truly crave – the explanation for their relentless obsession with collecting and rutting as many human females as they can get their huge hands on:

Finding their Fated Mate.

A sudden chill runs down my spine, despite the scalding water.

Could it be?

If the three Aurelians aren’t remotely interested in Tessa, perhaps it means they’ve caught the scent of a potential Mate…

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