Page 32 of Bonded By Savages

The pregnancy will take a month longer than a human birth, her body changing and morphing, as the power of the Bond prepares her for a huge Aurelian son.

It takes every ounce of my strength to not ravage her. Not to kick down her door andtakeher, Bonding her to me for eternity. The Priests would say these base urges are the most natural in the world, that it is a holy thing toclaimyour Mate. That because I saved her life, I can use her in any way I wish.

I don’t want her like that. I need her to give herself to me. Fully.

Tarak’s feet stomp as he runs down the lower staircase to the gym, where I know he will pound the heavy bag until his muscles ache.

Physical exhaustion won’t be enough to quench my need for Athena. I stop a floor down and walk down the hallway as if my body is beyond my control, stopping before the set of black doors. I kick off my boots. They seem unsuited for this place. I press open the doors roughly and they open silently. I step inside the room I have never been in before, the room I knew was here but never explored.

The doors close silently behind me.

The floor is cool beneath my feet, not wet, yet slick and smooth, and ripples come out from where my feet touch the ground as if I am walking on water. There is no light above, yet the walls glow, casting a strange, ethereal light over the room.

The pleasure room is linked to my mind. With a thought, I command vines to whip out from the walls, curling, black ropes that form small loops at the ends.

Loops the perfect size for Athena’s wrists.

I imagine the vines tightening around her wrists, two more grabbing her ankles, bringing her up into the air, level with my mouth, her legs forced open. I imagine her slick innocence presented to me.

I can almost taste her lust on my tongue. I drool, saliva dripping down my chin as I picture her there, without a shred of fear or terror in her scent, her nervousness overwhelmed by her intense, natural desire to submit to me.

What does she taste like?

I’ve fought off my lust so many times before. Empty Matings took a toll on my late battle-brother Raython, as if each time he slept with a woman who was not his Mate, he lost a piece of his soul. Many women begged for me. Some after I saved their lives, others simply casting glances as I strode through streets on alien planets. The Mating Rage boiled in my balls, urging me to take what was offered, but I knew, deep down, only my Mate could truly sate me.

I’m stroking my cock before I realize what I’m doing, running my hand up and down my shaft, wetted by my pre-cum. I imagine her in front of me, the vines pulling her to my lips, so that I could worship at her wetness, tasting her pure need for me.

Pre-cum drips from my cock like a faucet. It is designed for the size difference between Aurelian and human. It will mix with her desire and let me stretch her open, let me force every inch of my too-big rod into her.

I growl, deep and low, and turn, both hands pumping my cock.

My legs flex as I try not to run out of the pleasure room and into the grounds where I commanded her to be. I want to take her under the sun, our bodies melting together in our animal need for each other.

She offered herself to me.

I remember her, nude and on her knees, and how hard it was not to drive my cock past her perfect, pouting lips and into her throat. There is a brutal need in me that I try to control.

She will give herself to me. Without condition. Without constraint. Athena will serve me, getting on her knees at the snap of my fingers, taking my cock deep down her throat before I own her little pussy. I groan at the thought of her on her knees, her throat bulging with my manhood, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggles to take me. I dream of pressing her against the floor, pounding her into a pool of submission.

I dream of being linked to her, feeling her lust in my mind, knowing that she aches to be used by my brutality as much as I want to take her.

I stroke my cock in a frenzy, knowing if I don’t find my release, and soon, I’ll snap. The Mating Rage has never been so fierce.

The same urges are growing in my battle-brother as he smashes his fists against the heavy bag, deep below, trying to fight down his lust with exertion.

One day the two of us will take her together. I’ll be deep in her pussy while he invades her tight little asshole, and we will press her between us as we fully own her. She will scream out our names in pleasure as she cums so hard her mind will melt.

I picture her, her legs spread open in the pleasure room, rivers of my pearly seed dripping from her stretched slit, and I can’t hold back. I roar, my guttural yells echoing, and torrents of cum spew from my cock. I’ve never cum so much in my life, my balls huge and swollen, urging me to fill her with my seed and impregnate her.

I draw in a rasping breath. My heart pounds, sweat dripping down my body, but there is no satisfaction. Instead of going flaccid, my cock stays half hard, ready to rear up again inside her.

I pull my sweatpants up with a grunt. The Mating Rage is not dormant, just muted, waiting to roar into existence and force me to take her.

When we are Bonded, it will overwhelm me. The Bond draws up every urge in you, magnifying your deepest desires. I want to take her. I want to own her.

I want to seed her.

I storm out of the room, letting it clean itself, and rush down to the gym to work out my rage. I force myself to stare straight forward as I run down the stairs, not daring to look out the windows into the grounds.

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