Page 81 of Sawoots Story

When we were approaching the Toad mothership, Tasha got cut off from her triad. They disappeared from her mind, and she could no longer communicate with them or even feel that they were alive. I love knowing they are healthy and whole, and feeling where they are. It’s just so reassuring.

Maybe I’d be fine cutting them off for a day, but any longer than that and I’d crave them again. I’ve started to accept the Bond more and more, learning how to keep myself while succumbing to its power.

“Of course I am. Shall I await you in the pleasure room?”I have no shame, already walking towards the room down the hallway before they can answer. My message is rewarded by a reverberation of lust in all three of their auras.

I know they are picturing me, strung up by the tendrils, helpless and on display for them.

“Wait for us there.”

Tar’ank’s message hits me like an order. He’s got the deep, dark edge of control I crave…

And want to challenge.

Bossy, bossy.

I stretch, taking a second to enjoy the cozy observatory. Here you feel like you’re part of something bigger, the universe stretching out endlessly with twinkling stars.

In the pleasure room?

Nothing exists past my triad.

A shiver runs through my body. I tense, waiting for another thrum of the Bond. It’s never been so intense. The next urge wave could have me on my back. I walk past the bar and the doors to the hallway open automatically as I approach.

This end of the space station is empty and quiet, reserved for my triad and guests. On the other side, there’s hustle and bustle as traders and miners sell their wares. Slowly the small marketplace has expanded. We never viewed our station as more than a temporary stop, but as crews wait for their repairs, they need food and shelter. A small community is growing. People hear the station is owned by Aurelians and assume they’ll get the same level of protection as the Aurelian Empire, without the oppressive taxes beating them down.

It’s all bloody complicated—but I’ve got good staff helping me with it. Theme’s flourished as a capable liaison between me and the cold realities of profits and losses, margins and expenses. Hooking up the station to Orb Power has made it incredibly profitable as we offer high-quality repairs.

All that will just melt away soon. I won’t be able to think of anything. I stand before the huge black doors to a room that only my triad and I have ever set foot in. The cold metal of the doors chills me as I run my hands over it, knowing what lies inside.

Nervous energy fills me. The anticipation I used to get at the last second of normalcy before a job goes into high gear. These are the last moments I can still think. When I’m past these doors with my men, it will be my body controlling me.

I scan my smart-watch and the doors open silently. The ceiling bathes me in warm light, turning on at my entrance, and I step in as the doors close behind me.

The floors look marble, but there’s a light sponginess as I walk in, a little give rock wouldn’t have. The ceiling and walls are made of the same cool, almost reflective material. It’s as pale as an Aurelian, until it’s activated.

The room is linked to their minds. They control it with their thoughts. The room molds itself to their imagination, the spongy marble extending and writhing, shaping itself to whatever form Garrick, Tar’ank and Markrin want to overwhelm me with pleasure.

We use it sparingly, it’s so intense.

The three auras of my triad are getting nearer. They’ll be docking soon. I pull my clothes off. I know when they arrive, my fingers will fumble, and spending a second trying to get naked will be torture. My clothes will be a tattered mess on the floor, ripped off like they’re on fire when they get here.

The Bondthrums.“Oh fuck,” I gasp to myself, as the pleasure waves surge through me, making the tiny hairs on my skin stand up. My nipples are so hard they hurt. I rub them gently, moaning at the heightened sensitivity. I feel like I’m full of lightning. It’s never been so intense.

I’m on the verge of cumming just thinking about them. My pussy is wet and hot, tingling and desperate to be filled. I ball my hands into fists, trying to ride the wave, but even as it subsides, it stays at a base level of lust. Every desire I have is magnified ten times by the Bond.

I ached for this. I missed it every second of the day when they were gone. Now it’s back, more intense than ever.

I can feel them docking in the station, their auras full of need. If Theme tries to ambush them with spreadsheets and numbers he’ll get run over. They’re moving fast, sprinting towards me. Whatever I feel, they feel too, three balls of need burning up in my head. The three aliens are starving for me. They need to seed me. They’ll feel like they’re desperately gasping for air, unable to fill their lungs until their huge cocks are deep inside me.

The doors open and I stumble, the Bond thrumming again. My senses are heightened to the point I can smell their three, unique scents, the manly musk of each warrior. I’m falling as they enter…

When tendrils whip out from the ceiling, grabbing me, lifting me up before I collapse with need. The pure ivory of the marble room turns black as night when activated, vines lifting me up and wrapping around me so I can’t move an inch.

Garrick, Tar’ank and Markrin stand before me. The doors close behind them. I can see every detail of them so clearly. Garrick’s broad, anvil jaw, set as he clenches his teeth together, every muscle in his body flexed past the limit as he struggles to stay sane in the desire. Tar’ank looks like a beast, his lips drawn back to show his canines. Markrin’s the one most in control, and he’s got an edge to his aura that tells me he wants to play with me like a little toy.

The three of them are in light combat armor. They wear it when they leave the station—at my insistence.

Garrick opens his mouth, but no words come out. His muscles flex and he walks towards me in a trance. His cock strains against his combat pants, tenting them out obscenely as the Mating Rage takes him over.

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