Page 82 of Sawoots Story

Tar’ank’s arm flashes forward, gripping Garrick by the shoulder. Tar’ank’s aura is an inferno of need. Endless hunger for me has taken over the rational part of his brain, and he challenges his leader, unable to stop himself.

“Step back,” growls Garrick, his voice deep and rumbling. Tar’ank’s hand grips his shoulder, twisting him around.

I scream as Tar’ank balls his fist and slams it into Garrick’s chin. It happens so fast it takes him by surprise. He pulls him into the blow, and Garrick falls back, his legs jelly for a second as his brain is rattled in his skull.

Markrin jumps forward to grab Tar’ank, but he’s too slow as the beast rushes forward, tackling Garrick and slamming him against the floor.

It happens so fast I can barely process it. Garrick flips Tar’ank, using some wrestling move to get on top of him, and grabs his throat. He presses down the beast of a man as tendrils fly out from the ceiling, grabbing Tar’ank.

Garrick gets off him as the vines from the room pull Tar’ank to the corner.

The room is tied to Garrick’s mind. He could have used the tendrils to subdue Tar’ank anytime…

But he wanted to show him he could best him in physical combat. The triad’s balance is restored. Tar’ank is held up, his aura boiling with black, torrential need. He’s a ship at sea, tossed by huge waves and lost to his rage.

All he wants is to seed me. He will be lost to his insanity until he does. He’s gone, lost to the Mating Rage, and his huge biceps flex and burst through his armor. His shirt is in tatters as his muscles flex and strain them past the limit. He roars out, fighting against the vines, but he’s caught as neatly as I am.

Garrick turns to me. The protective warrior is overwhelmed by something else.

The need toownme. His aura flares up as he growls, unzipping his combat pants as he strides towards me. He doesn’t waste a second taking off his clothes. He just pulls out that huge cock, pre-cum dripping down as the vines wrap around my thighs and open me for the alpha.

He doesn’t need the room to control me. It just gives him more power. The huge, beastly Aurelian could throw me around with a single hand. He towers over me, his muscles like bowling balls straining against his skin, his cock so hard it must hurt. He grunts as he presses the thick head of his cock against me, and I moan in pleasure as he grips my hips andthrustsevery inch of that massive thing into me.

My eyes roll back as I’m filled to the brim. His aura overwhelms me, reaching into my mind, golden flames that wash over me as I press against him. The vines holding my arms loosen, and I run my hands over his broad chest, feeling his might as he fucks me in hard, angry thrusts.

I’m stretched to the limit. He’s got a week of seed built up in those full balls that slap against my ass with each wet thrust. Gods. He’s just so big. His body towers over me, and the vines have to pull me upwards so I’m high enough for him to take me. He was obscenely handsome before the Bond, all hewn jawline and strong features, but now his golden eyes have taken him to another level.

“Cum for me,” he orders, and his command triggers something in me. I’m pushed past the edge, screaming in pleasure as wave after wave of sensation is forced up in me. I can feel my body contracting on his cock, milking the alpha of his seed, and he can’t hold back. He loses control and grips my hips, pulling me fully onto his huge dick as his cock pulses, shooting stream after stream of hot, milky cum deep into me.

It’s like I’m falling into an endless pool of pleasure. A deep, dark pool without light, caressing and embracing me as I flail with nothing to grab onto. I reach out, wrapping my hands around Garrick’s broad torso, and he’s my rock as I milk every last drop of his cum into me. His aura fills with possessive, protective power as he slams his cock deeper and deeper into me, the vine-like tendrils of the pleasure room forcing me against him. I can’t move an inch, and there’s nowhere I’d rather be.

I gasp, my mind clearing, but I’m hungry for more.

Markrin stripped while Garrick was taking me. His body is drool-worthy. He’s got a damn eight-pack of abs, and his hair has grown longer since I met him. He’s infuriatingly handsome. The vines of the pleasure room release me, and I land on my feet, nimble and balanced. Usually I’m shaking like a leaf afterwards.

This time, I’ve got a new hunger. Garrick runs his fingers over my cheek, staring into my eyes, smiling as his aura calms with that deep satisfaction he only gets when he releases all his tension into me.

Tar’ank is fighting against the tendrils, but he’s trapped, unable to move an inch. His aura is filled with rage and need, a black storm. Usually he takes me second.

Markrin is staring at me, and I smile at him. “Tar’ank’s been a bad boy. He’s going to have to wait his turn.” I walk to him, feeling his eyes on my body, loving his worshipful gaze. The room could be on fire and he wouldn’t notice.

“AI. Give control to Markrin,” states Garrick, transferring the room to Markrin. He’s got a teasing side to him, and he uses the room to bring me to heights of pleasure I can’t handle. It’s not cruel like Tar’ank, or possessive like Garrick. He likes to make me whimper and moan, forcing me to cum over and over under his touch.

The walls of the pleasure room melt inward, vines whipping out with breakneck speed. They wrap around my ankles and wrists, stopping me in my tracks. I gasp as Markrin steps closer to me. He’s staring at me with worshipful need, but he’s got a week of pent-up aggression in him.

“Oh! You want me all trussed up, do you?”

He sweeps my hair from my eyes and kisses me passionately, his cock pressing against my abdomen. Pre-cum spurts out of his thick cock, putting a wet patch on my stomach as I hear the steady dripping of Garrick’s cum leaving me.

Something tickles me from behind. I gasp as a vibrating tendril teases my slit. “Not fair!” I break off the kiss, struggling against the bonds, and he kisses my neck, his tongue laving down my body. A second vine wraps itself around me, and I feel Markrin grab it, rubbing it against his cockhead and covering it in his slick pre-cum.

Pre-cum designed to force too-big Aurelian cocks into tight human holes. “You wouldn’t!” I gasp out, and the vine whips around my body, teasing my asshole. I try to pull away from it but it’s impossible. It slides into my ass, pressing past my resistance, a dark, dirty need welling up in me. The two vines hum gently, toying with my body.

“I would,” he says, fisting my hair, forcing me to meet his kiss, then breaking it off to run his tongue down my neck to my nipple.

His aura is pulsating with need, but he’s fighting it back, wanting to tantalize and tease me first. He wants me to be so turned on I can’t think.

The tendril teasing my slit slides away from me, leaving me desperate, and my legs are forced apart by the two vines controlling my ankles. I’m pulled up until I’m dangling in the air, on my back with my legs spread wide, my sopping wet pussy on display for him. Markrin rubs his cockhead against my slit, making me crave so much more.

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