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“Please, please make me pregnant,” I whisper to him, smiling up at him.

The Bond disappears for a moment.

Nothing is magnified. I just feel my pure love to the Aurelian warrior who has protected me and kept me safe, the warrior who will be the perfect father for our children, the honorable, handsome protector of everything I hold dear.

He feels my love radiating through my aura, and it comes back a hundred-fold as he can’t hold back.

My pussy contracts and spasms, milking his cock as my orgasm takes me over. I forget my own name. I stare at his perfect, handsome face as he unleashes in me, and I want to be closer to him, so close we’re one.

The Bond returns with a vengeance, rewarding me. My screams echo in the pleasure room. Nothing matters but him. Nothing matters but my men.

I blink, my eyes clearing, and the real world comes back. Markrin stares at me with adoration. Neither of us can believe how perfect the moment is, how intense our feelings are. He runs his hands over my body so gently, his hard cock deep inside me, sealing in his seed. His cock throbs one last time, and then he slowly pulls it out.

I’m filled to the brim. For a second, I clench, keeping it in, then it comes out in a huge stream of Aurelian cum. I’ve never felt so focused, so satisfied, so at ease. Before I have a chance to feel empty, Garrick rushes forward, claiming me hard and fast. I don’t resist. I go limp in his arms, letting him take me, not even trying to speak as I stare into his golden eyes and smile in bliss. It only takes him minutes before he unleashes, mating me quickly. Tar’ank is next, and there’s no ruthlessness in his aura, no cruelty.

There’s a shared sense of wonder from the three of us. Something is different. I’m held up by vines as Tar’ank pulls his cock from me after adding his seed to the mix, and I’m dripping. Markrin has a huge, goofy grin, while Tar’ank and Garrick look at me in shock.

The three Aurelians gently stroke my stomach.

“Am I…”

There’s this tension gone from me, a tension I didn’t know I had. It started when I first saw these three Aurelians, building and building until this moment. Markrin kisses my belly and lets the ropes release me. I fall into his arms, grateful for his reassuring presence.

Garrick and Tar’ank stand behind me, all three of the men hugging me tight. I can barely move, and I don’t want to. I want to be with them forever. Garrick kisses my ear tenderly.

“You’re with our son, my love,” he states, and I melt in their arms.

8

Sawoot

Seven months later

I groan as I toss and turn in bed, trying to get comfortable. “I feel like a whale,” I complain, as Markrin slowly rubs my belly. I feel a kick, and I giggle. I’ve literally got an alien inside me.

It’s not my belly swelling up that shocked me. It’s my breasts. I always tended towards slim, mostly because on long trips in theWayward Scytheyou had to force down the gruel from the replicator. All the weight I did gain seemed to go to the wrong places.

Now my body has changed, far beyond what a human pregnancy would cause. My breasts hang, swollen up to almost three times their size. I thought they were sensitive before. Now a breeze can make me whimper.

“Shhhh, you’re perfect,” says Markrin, his hands covered in oil. It’s got a subtle scent, like sun-drenched trees in a desert oasis. From anyone else it would be sarcasm. From him, I can feel the waves of devotion through his aura. He loves me so much it hurts, and I feel the same way as him.

It’s been calm without the Bond. Even as my body changes, there’s relief, the Bond absent from my mind. That’s done nothing to quell their need. The three Aurelians of my triad have only grown to want memoresince my pregnancy, if that’s possible. To an alien race that was dying out, I guess it makes sense fertility is what turns them on the most.

The Bond Disruptor ring is in the safe. We haven’t had to use it since, and I don’t know if I ever will again. If I’m being honest with myself, I miss it. The desperation. The feeling ofneedingto be filled. It’s intoxicating, stronger than any drug.

It should be another three months before I finally get to meet the little guy. Aurelians take a little longer to develop. I’d be terrified of how big the baby is going to be if Tasha hadn’t assured me the Bond takes care of us.

Oh, it’s taken care of me alright. My body hasn’t just become ready for an Aurelian babe by swelling up and growing. My back is stronger. The muscles look the same, but they’re much stronger, growing powerfully to hold up the extra weight. My hips have widened. I’m being transformed by the day, and there’s something so arousing about being transformed into breeding stock for my triad.

Everything is different from the life I thought I’d lead. Now, without the Bond magnifying my desires, I can see so clearly what I want.

This.

The universe feels like it’s dying.

I want to bring a little more life into it. I want to bring beauty, and strength, and honor. We’re going to need it. Markrin spurts more oil on his hands, then rubs them on my belly, my legs, and up my stomach to my hanging tits. He’s so gentle as he runs his hands over my over-sensitive skin, and I gasp as I melt under his touch.

I’m in ecstasy.

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