Page 70 of Sawoots Story

It’s from the Mating Rage that is consuming him. I can barely see him in his eyes, the protectiveness overwhelmed by an urge toownme. His cock stands up straight, bobbing up and down with a delicious upwards curve. That thing scares me. It’s thicker than my wrist, but it drips a steady stream of alien pre-cum, designed to let Aurelians force their cocks into too-small human holes.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp, and Tar’ank shifts his grip, grabbing my thighs and spreading me open for the alpha. I test his grip, trying to squeeze my legs closed, but he’s way too fucking strong. I doubt he even notices my attempts to hide my sopping wet pussy from the alien warrior. I’m completely helpless and open.

Drool drips from Markrin’s lips as he watches Garrick step forward towards me. Garrick breathes in, and his eyes roll back. He can taste my utter need to be taken by him. I’ve never been so helpless. My nipples are hard, desperate buds, my pussy on display and spread.

He steps forward and presses the huge head of his dick against my opening. His eyes focus in on me, alien and grey, full of dominance. He managed to snap out of the Mating Rage once. Now he’s too far gone. Lightning pleasure fills me as he rubs his cockhead against me, mixing his pre-cum with my own arousal.

He growls, his lips drawing back to show his white teeth. His eyes are too wide, and his irises roll back as his nostrils flare and he breathes me in.

With a deep grunt, Garrick presses forward, hammering his massive cock into me. I gasp in pain as he stretches me open, the alien pre-cum forcing my body to adjust to his thickness, turning the pain into pleasure as he fills me past the limit.

He doesn’t stop. He can’t. I whimper, pushing my hand against his abs to slow him, but he grips my wrists, his hands circling around me and making me look even tinier as he pushes aside my resistance and claims me with every inch of his massive dick. He’s a primal beast, forcing his steel rod of a dick into me as saliva drips from his lips in lust.

Oh fuck. It’s like he’s in my stomach.

Then his eyes glow.

They turn pure golden, and I feel him in my mind. My mouth drops in wonder.

The Bond.

I can’t believe it, but it’s there, his aura exploding in my mind. I feel his need. It’s deep and endless, forcing him to drive his cock into me and rut me like a beast.

I feel his adoration for me, his utter need to protect me and keep me safe. Wave after wave of protectiveness flows through the Bond. He cares for me more than he cares about himself.

But there’s something else. A steel bar under the golden waves of protectiveness.

He owns me.

I’m his, Bonded to him for the rest of my life, and his ownership of my body and my being floods from his aura into mine so powerfully I feel myself surrendering everything that is me to the alpha.

His cock’s so big it feels like he’s thrusting into my stomach and his aura takes over my mind. He lets go of his tight grip on my wrists, his hands gliding up my body, running over my neck and cupping my cheeks as he holds me as he fucks me, contracting between the restraint of his gentle grip and the brutality of the thrusts. My eyes are wide open and staring up at him and I feel trapped in his gaze as Tar’ank pulls my thighs apart and I’m split open.

There’s a ticklish, wet sensation on my toes, and Markrin runs his tongue up my leg as Garrick ruts me. He stays aside, waiting his turn, but running his hands over my body worshipfully. Markrin’s nimble fingers find my nipple, pinching and pulling just hard enough to mix dark pain with the pleasure.

It’s not their desires I’m worried about.

It’s mine.

Welling up from some deep place inside me is overwhelming need. The Bondthrumsin my mind, and I ache to be their little toy. No other man could bring this out in me.

I want to be his. Utterly. I want him to own me. His aura pulsates in my mind as his cock throbs deep inside me, and he pulls back, leaving me feeling so empty for a split second before I’m rewarded by a wave of pleasure as he fucks me hard. Tar’ank spreads me wider, my legs straight out and open as he grips my thighshard.Squeezing them together with all my might does nothing.

I’ve always been strong. I was first mate on a ship filled with aggressive miners who only respected competence.

Now I’m surrendering.

I’ve never felt so safe, yet so utterly powerless.

Tar’ank laps at my ear, his hot tongue running over my skin and sending trembles through my body. He growls, deep and low, aching for his turn, and I know instinctively he’ll be next. His cock is rock hard and pressing against my ass through the thin material of his shorts, and I just pray he doesn’t decide to fuck me at the same time, using the alien pre-cum to force his dick up my ass.

My heightened senses let me feel that throbbing dick on my ass, spewing pre-cum through his shorts so I’m wetted by it. It’s the opposite of Garrick’s, curved downwards, designed for rutting me hard from behind.

Garrick fucks me into oblivion and I let go, like I’m a piece of driftwood in the tides, back and forth, back and forth, destined to be brought out to sea. He ruts me like a wild animal, but it’s me who is in heat.

It’s a combination of the Bond and the Aurelians, but I’ve never felt anything like this. Time slows. My body is on fire, flames of desire burning me up as I’m reduced to a primal state of being utterly conquered. My pussy tightens as he pulls out, like I’m trying to keep him deep inside me, and he responds instinctively, only sliding half his cock out before thrusting in so I’m never emptied.

I rub my hands against his thick chest muscles, grabbing hair as his eyes focus in on me and only me, like nothing else exists past our bodies.

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