Page 71 of Sawoots Story

“You’re mine, Sawoot,” he snarls, his voice barely recognizable. He doesn’t just want to keep me safe. He needs to own every part of me.

My pussy grips his throbbing shaft like I’m trying to milk him of his seed, and I crave the feeling of his cock spurting deep inside me.

Just imagining it sends a new wave of pleasure through me—and the Bondthrumsagain, making me whimper in helpless pleasure as it rewards me for wanting his seed. I understand the Bond now. It’s made to ensure an Aurelian’s Fated Mate constantly aches to be bred.

Over his grunts and growls as he ruts me, I can hear the steady drip of his pre-cum falling from my body. It’s like a tap is turned on when he’s near me. He’s not pulling out, and I know it’s building up in me, and the thought of his cum sends me over the edge. I can’t stop myself from screaming as golden pleasure washes over me and my mind melts under the most powerful orgasm of my life.

It doesn’t stop. Usually it’ll last for five or ten seconds, but this one is endless. I’m way too sensitive, and it’s too fucking good. I run out of breath, gasping for air as my entire body shakes and convulses. The Bondthrumsin my mind, and I realize it’s not going to let the pleasure end until Garrick’s filled me up with his seed.

“Please, please cum in me,” I beg, my words barely coming out, needing relief from the endless pleasure.

He can’t hold back. I rub my hands over his chest, grazing his nipple, and his hands wrap around my neck as he stares straight into my eyes and cums in me. Everything goes blank as the Bond dumps dopamine, endorphins, and bliss through my mind, rewarding me for taking the alpha’s seed. Rope after rope of his cum shoots so deep inside me until I’m a panting mess. Sweat drips down his brow as his shining gold eyes drink me up, rich and warm and full of love.

“Sawoot, my Bonded Mate,” he gasps, reverential and worshipful as the Mating Rage clears. My orgasm subsides, finally, and I shake in Tar’rank’s arms as Garrick releases his hands from my throat and leans in to kiss me.

I gasp, huge arms pulling me off Garrick’s cock. His seed is deep inside me, dripping out in a steady wave as Tar’rank manhandles me into the bed chambers.

I’m not used to being fucked like this. How could anyone? I’m used to be on top, to taking control. I feel like myself again, for a moment, Garrick’s seed in me calming the Bond and letting me think.

I’ve seen Tar’ank’s anger, his rage, his brutality, and I ache to have him unleash it on me. I should be sore and suffering from Garrick’s huge cock, but the Bond is changing my body, molding me to fit perfectly with the Aurelians. It still hurts, but it’s a delicious edge of pain and being stretched to the limit.

I’m pulled through a doorway into one of the Aurelians’ chambers and thrown down on a huge bed. I’m on my hands and knees, and I arch my ass up instinctively, presenting myself to the alien alpha. He doesn’t tease my slit for a moment like Garrick.

He grabs my hips andthrusts.

He’s even thicker than Garrick, and I whimper as he stretches me open. His cock is curved deliciously, rubbing against my G-spot as he forces my body to adapt to his girth. I squirm on his cock, whimpering, and the second I do, Markrin shoves his dick into my open mouth.

He’s lean and lithe, and I look up at the marble-cut abs of his perfect body. He’s not as rough as his battle-brothers. His head rolls back in ecstasy as I swirl my tongue around the sensitive slit of his dick, tasting his salty, warm pre-cum. I don’t know if it’s the Bond, but suddenly Ineedit. I suck harder, stretching my mouth to the limit to take his cockhead and sucking as hard as I can, desperate for his seed down my throat and filling my stomach.

The Bond is transforming me—or maybe it’s just making what I’ve secretly craved my entire life well up so powerfully I can’t control it. I need to please them. I ache to be their good little toy.

“Oh yes,” groans Markrin, and his words of approval send waves of warmth through me. Tar’ank grabs my hips, squeezing so hard I know there will be handprints as he pulls out and jackhammers me like he wants to hurt me. I’m stretched to the limit but his pre-cum soaks me, letting his too-big dick claim me. Each brutal, violent thrust forces me forward, and I’m choking on Markrin’s cock down my throat.

There’s no gag instinct. It’s hard to think, but it must be Markrin’s Aurelian pre-cum lubricating my mouth. Tears come to my eyes as he grabs my hair and forces every inch of his dick until his huge, apple-sized balls are pressed against my chin. I struggle to breathe through my nose as his pre-cum fills my mouth and oozes from my lips.

I’m in a state of pleasure so great I lose myself. All I can do is please the Aurelians. I am a vessel for them, the object of their desires, the place where three alpha Aurelians are utterly focused. I’m the only thing that can sate their Mating Rage.

Tar’ank builds in my mind. He’s brutal, violent, and more than anything, he wants to keep me safe. He’ll use that brutality against anyone who dares try to harm me. I can feel his rage bubbling up under the surface, this deep, dark need to keep me safe and sound, even if he has to shackle me in a tower to protect me.

He has a dark urge tohurtme.

He spanks me, pulling his hand back and slapping my ass hard enough the crack fills the room. I can only imagine how small I’d feel over his lap. I’m tiny between the two huge aliens. He slaps my ass again, hot red pain adding spice to the pleasure, and I’d be gasping and moaning if my mouth wasn’t full of Markrin.

Tar’ank can’t hold back. Spanking me sends him over the edge. There’s a deep, guttural growl from him as he slams his cock entirely in me. My body haschangedto accommodate him, but I’m still stretched to the limit. I’ve been physically shaped for his pleasure as he holds his cock so deep inside me and sprays cum in hot jets into me.

Markrin pulls his cock from my mouth, and I gasp as the Bond thrums, rewarding me for taking Tar’ank's seed, wave after wave of pleasure filling my mind. I’m so fucking close to cumming when Tar’ank pulls out, leaving me feeling so empty and unsatisfied.

Markrin is on the verge of losing control. I reach up, massaging his huge, dangling balls, imagining the feeling of him shooting seed right down my throat. He pulls back, controlling himself, and Tar’ank flips me over.

I stare up at his eyes, silver and metallic, cold and dangerous where Garrick is warm and full of adoration. Tar’ank will love me, I know it, but in a different way than his leader. He steps back, and an instant later Markrin is on top of me.

He doesn’t seem to mind that I’m full of his battle-brothers’ seed, making a mess on the bed as it seeps out of me. This seems almost like a mating ritual. He mounts me, wrapping his huge arms around me and squeezing me tight against him, so tight I can’t move. I’m thrust against the bed with each thrust as he fucks me with a rolling motion of his hips, keeping me so full all the time. I can sense he wants to please me, that his own orgasm is second to mine, that he aches to bring me to new heights of pleasure.

“Oh, Markrin,” I gasp out, as his aura blossoms in my mind. He leans back, and I look up at his taut, chiseled body. He’s the leanest of the three, cut abs that I run my fingers over, feeling the divots between the muscles and staring up in his eyes.

Bronze, with flecks of sunfire. Waves of affection wash over me, and there’s something else. He’s worshipful. I’m his Goddess, his reason for being. He wants to worship every inch of my body with his tongue. His refined features that I once thought were a little too handsome for his own good are utter perfection as he runs his hands over my body, gently teasing my sensitive nipples.

He presses forward against me and his thumb finds my clit, circling quickly. I’m so wet and he uses the mix of my arousal and the leaking seed, sliding his finger in fast circles designed to take me to the edge. He can feel my aura in his mind, I know it, and he knows exactly how to pleasure my body.

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