Page 96 of Sawoots Story

My pussy spams on Garrick’s cock as I try to squeeze my asshole shut against his huge dick. There’s resistance at first, but his pre-cum spurts again, designed for one purpose, to stuff huge Aurelian cocks into too-tight human holes. I can do nothing to stop that iron rod from pressing forward and claiming my ass. I clench, trying to resist, but I know I can’t stop him.

I’m stretched to the limit. Pain and pleasure merge in my mind, dark, pure need as I melt against them. Their two hard, muscled bodies press me together. They’re sweaty, and I can smell their musk, feel their need flowing through their auras.

They both want to cum deep inside me. I’m going to be filled.

I try to say something, but I can’t. All that comes out of my mouth is a slutty moan as Tar’ank presses his cock harder and harder against the resistance of my asshole. His lips are against my ear, his breath hot as he pants his need.

“I own your little asshole,” he snarls as the huge head of his dick presses past the ring of my resistance. I feel myself swallowing him up, my body surrendering to the alphas. They’re so fucking hard I can feel the individual veins on their cocks throbbing inside me.

It’s like they were made for this. Garrick’s cock is curved upwards, rubbing against my G-spot with each thrust, and Tar’ank’s is the opposite, like he was designed for fucking my ass and filling me up.

“You’re my bitch,” growls Tar’ank, as I take him inside me, until I can feel his huge balls pressed against me, the massive, thick end of his cock deep up me. The two Aurelians press forward rhythmically, filling me as if they share the same mind, and the Bond hums in my mind in response. I’m too sensitive. Garrick’s abs grind against my clit with every thrust. Tar’ank licks my ear, his big tongue like an animal as he fucks my ass.

My screams echo in the warehouse. I’m far beyond caring what people who are walking past will think. Waves of pure pleasure from being stretched to the absolute limit roll through me. Their auras are flooded with need as pure as mine, as they lose themselves completely to the Mating Rage and can’t hold back.

They punish me with their cocks. They’re fucking me like they own me.

They do.

Garrick’s golden eyes stare into my soul as he claims me, completely. I never want him to stop. It’s the best feeling in the world, and I never want it to end. They pant and growl like beasts as they pound me until my mind melts.

I can’t hold back. I cum so hard I scream, my clit grinding against Garrick’s abs as my pussy clenches against his cock. I can feel my body milking the alphas, clenching against them, trying to make those hard rods release and spurt until their balls are drained.

I need it. My own orgasm is wave after wave of pleasure, but it just makes me need them more. Getting off used to mean relief. Now it just means Ineedto feel the alphas seeding me, making me theirs.

“Oh fuck, cum in me, cum in me,” I gasp, the Bond pulsing in my mind while their cocks pulse in my holes, filling me to the limit. I need their seed so bad it’s like I can’t breathe, like I’m desperate for air, like the world is going to end if they don’t unleash inside me. The Bond tortures me, making my arousal build and build.

“Please, please, please cum in me,” I beg, tears filling my eyes as my orgasm won’t stop. I’m way too sensitive. It’s pleasure bordering on pain, too intense for my mind. The two men snarl, their hips bucking as they rut me, pounding me into a whimpering mess.

They unleash inside me and I fall into the dark pool of the Bond, letting the endless pleasure erase my mind as the two huge cocks pulse and spurt wave after wave of seed into me. Tears drip from my eyes in ecstasy and I can’t tell if I’m screaming or silent, I can’t tell where my body ends and the two Aurelians begin.

Finally, finally, after my mind feels like it’s gone forever, I come back to reality. I’m a shaking mess. My legs tremble and I can’t wrap them around Garrick anymore, my arms going limp over his shoulders. The two of them hold me tight, pressing me together. Garrick uses only one hand to lift me up, the other gently stroking my hair as he kisses me tenderly. Tar’ank nuzzles the back of my neck, his growls turn to soft, gentle sounds of satisfaction as their auras are sated.

I don’t know how long we stand there. It could be hours, I’m so exhausted. The drop after a brutal mating is intense. I feel like I need to sleep for hours. I’m so relaxed…

When panic grips me. My heart pounds like a drum.

Markrin is gone from my mind.

I whip my head left, and see him there, standing while he watches me. He knew how overwhelmed I was, and instead of succumbing to the Mating Rage and fucking me while I was just a limp little ball of submission, he put the ring on.

“Don’t do that to me,” I scold, and he grins apologetically.

I know that grin is going to turn wicked tonight. It’s not just his big heart that makes him put the ring on. He doesn’t just want to seed me now like a beast.

He wants to have me in the pleasure room, tied up, a bitch in heat while he tortures me with pleasure.

The two huge aliens slowly set me down. My legs are still shaking. I grab my pants, stumbling as I pull them on, their cum dripping from me. I need to get back to our bedroom and lie down for a year.

“Let’s get back,” I say, needing to lie down.

Garrick picks me up like a fireman, cradling me in his arms. I don’t protest as they walk me down the alleys of the station. Markrin and Tar’ank stand in front of me, their wide bodies blocking me from the station inhabitants’ views. I know some people must have heard me screaming and moaning, and I don’t care.

They’re my perfect protectors, forever and always.

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