Page 98 of Sawoots Story

“Maybe. Or maybe they really believe there’s an Aurelian out there, born of rage and violence, born of a Cursed Bond.”

A Cursed Bond. I don’t like the sound of that. The Bond between my triad and I is so pure, but even with our love, sometimes I’m intimidated by the power of the Bond.

“Could they be right? Everything’s changing so fast. It feels like… Gods, it does feel like the universe is being ripped in half. I saw Separatist warships sliced in two when they failed to shift. Scorp are going mad. Attacks have been up eight hundred percent this month, Theme told me. I don’t want to be paranoid. But it feels like the fucking end times. And is the Bond…is it more intense for you, too?”

He runs his hands down my shoulder, gently grazing my sides until he finds my thighs. He squeezes them gently as I sit on his lap, my back against the huge man. He spreads my legs ever so slightly, and my body opens instinctively to him.

“Oh yes. The Bond gets more intense by the day. But it’s not the universe falling apart.” He kisses my ear, and a frisson runs down my spine. “It’s because every day I want to put a baby in you more and more. I dream about it. I spend every waking hour imagining you with your breasts swollen up with milk, your belly huge with my son.”

The Bondthrumsas I imagine being pregnant with my triad’s babe. I’ve seen pictures of how Queen Jasmine looks during her pregnancies. Aurelians are huge, and they hunger for milk. Only those born of the Bond can get it from their mother. The Bond changes you, making your tits swell up, huge and swollen, like you’re transformed into a breeding bitch for the species.

I want it. I want it so fucking bad. It just feels so right. Markrin kisses the back of my head softly, then licks my ear, making me giggle at the ticklish feeling. “Let the universe burn itself to ash, I do not care, because I have you. You’ve given our lives purpose. This station was meant as a way to survive the coming storm. We thought of it only as practical defenses. Now it’s going to be our home. We’re not just going to defend something. We’re going tobuildsomething together, for us and our children. Don’t worry, my sweet. It will happen.”

He pulls my legs open, and my pussy clenches. I’m on fire for him. “No matter what you do, no matter what happens, I’m going to put a baby in you. I’m going to get you pregnant, my mate,” he states, his voice turning to a growl at the end, and I shudder at the way he speaks to me, like I don’t have a choice.

There’s nothing I’d rather, but I love how possessive he is. I love knowing how strong he is. How he can push me down and breed me no matter what I did. If it wasn’t for the ring around his finger, he would have succumbed hours ago. Now I know the need is building up in him, and the second I pull that ring off he’ll ravage me.

“I hope so,” I gasp.

“Know so,” he promises, and my nipples harden to sensitive buds. I’m so sensitive against him. Markrin will be a patient father, intelligent and imparting wisdom to our first-born son, and with the blessing of the Gods, many more after. He will balance well with the fearless warrior-spirit of Tar’ank and the protective honor of Garrick.

Markrin growls, deep in his throat. His attraction to me has nothing to do with the Bond. I wondered about this, sometimes. If the three men would be as turned on by me if there wasn’t millions of years of evolutionary pressure driving their passions.

With the ring on, it’s all him. He squeezes me close against his body, and his cock surges with need. I can’t move an inch. He’s got me in a vise grip, pressing my body close to him.

Tar’ank and Garrick are in the middle of the station, training. They’ve been hitting the gym like crazy since the Priests led the rebellion, practicing MMA and Orb-Sword fighting, honing their bodies and minds for the coming war. They’re focused, intently competitive against each other, struggling as they battle against an evenly matched opponent.

“Mmm, let me go, you big bully,” I say, and Markrin opens his grip just enough to let me turn, straddling him. I grind my body against his hardness as he kisses me.

I need to make him snap and pull off the ring. Because I’m losing myself to my lust, and I know how powerful that wicked side of him can be. I don’t know if I’ll survive what he wants to do to me.

His cock surges up powerfully, and I reach down to unzip his pants, but he grabs my wrist, keeping control of me. I’m separated from what I need, what I’m getting more and more desperate for. His cock surges, spurting pre-cum through his pants, and I can feel the wet spot. It only turns me on more.

Markrin does something to me at a primal level.

I know he’s going to be the perfect father. That he will keep our offspring safe, no matter how insane the universe gets.

I need to bear his sons. The Bond magnifies those urges, and I shudder against him, feeling how small my wrist is in his grip. My skin is extra sensitive as I imagine my belly swollen to the absolute limit. Markrin worships my body. I can just picture him rubbing soothing oils on my belly, attending to my every need, the perfect partner as my body changes for his huge Aurelian babe.

I worried about the pregnancy. Tasha told me she researched it. The Bond makes it a painless experience. The Bond protects you.

Markrin’s other hand grabs my hair, forcing my lips away from his. I groan in need. I sound so fucking slutty, and I love it. I love the way he makes me descend into my shameless need, how he turns me into his desperate little toy. “Not fair,” I whimper, trying to wrench my hand free of his grip to pull the ring off. The ring molded itself to his finger, widening to fit, and I want it off him before it’s too late.

Because if he gets me into the pleasure room, he’s going to use the Bond against me. He’s going to build up my ache to be seeded to a crescendo until I’m crying and sobbing for his cock deep inside me.

I doubt he even notices my efforts to escape. He’s just too fucking strong.

“You’re right, missy. I’m not going to be fair with you tonight.” He stands, throwing me over his shoulder with ease. I kick in mock fear, like I’m trying to get away, loving the feeling of being held hostage by the huge alien warrior. Each step towards the pleasure room fills me with excitement.

“Let go of me!” I yell out, smacking the back of his head.

It’s an intoxicating feeling knowing that if he wanted to, he could force me against the ground and impregnate me. There’s something about it that’s so wicked, a sensation I could only crave with a man who has proven over and over how much he loves and worships me. He just grunts, and I know he can smell my arousal, that my pussy is glistening and hot.

I don’t know if he feels my hands slapping against his head, his back, his neck. Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe I should give in, because he’ll just punish me harder if I don’t.

He opens the doors of the pleasure room, and I feel the coolness of the room welcome me. It’s like being in another universe. It’s a place wherenothing existsexcept my triad.

Ropes whip out instantly from the walls. They grab me and pull me to the center of the room, displaying me to the alien warrior. My legs are spread, giving him a view of my wet, glistening pussy.

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