Page 39 of Bonded By Savages

“I’m yours, Damian. Take me,” I gasp. I’ve never said words like this before, but they’re the truest words I’ve ever spoken.

The Bond rewards me with a surge of deep pleasure as Damian gives himself to the Mating Rage. He pulls his cock almost out of me, only the thick head keeping me open, thenslamsevery inch of his dick into me. I scream out in pleasure, and Tarak wraps his arms around me, his huge biceps like bowling balls as he pulls me tight against him. I can’t move an inch. Damian grabs my thighs, spreading me open as he pounds me in hard, violent thrusts.

He's relentless. The curve of his cock keeps hitting this spot inside me, pressure building and building, a pressure I’ve never felt before. “Give in,” snarls Tarak in my ear, and I let go.

It’s so much different than the few times I played with myself, quickly rubbing my clit. It’s deeper. More insistent. The first true orgasm of my life races through my body.

I scream, feeling my pussy contracting around his huge manhood, and Damian stops pulling all the way out. He presses his dick fully into me, fucking me with shallow, hard thrusts as if he can’t bear to leave me for a moment. My pussy spasms in my orgasm, as if I am milking his dick, and he can’t hold back.

His cock seems to harden and grow even more, and I’m stretched to the limit as it pulses. Damian roars, so loud I see birds flying up through the window in fear.

His cumspurtsinto me, jet after jet of frothing, hot seed deposited deep into me, painting my womb.

Damian pulls back, gasping, and steps back. With his body out of the way, I can see myself in the tall mirror.

I look so tiny, one huge alien warrior behind me, his massive arms around my body, and the other standing in front of me, his cock still semi-hard. My pussy clenches tight, my body desperate to keep his seed inside. For a second, the lips of my pussy squeeze so tight it’s trapped, then it comes out in a pearly, milky stream, tinted with the blood of my innocence.

Damian takes another step back. He blinks, not quite comprehending what just happened. Aurelians spend their lives searching for their Mate, and the weight of the moment hit him in a way he didn’t expect.

His aura is no longer just protective and possessive…

It’s worshipful.

This is what I craved all my life. To feel this worship from the alien species, not to be used like a harem toy, but to be cherished. Now that I have it, I can barely comprehend. There is another mind inside of my head. I never realized how lonely it is to be with only your own emotions and thoughts, without true awareness of anyone else.

Consciousness is like an island. I could speak with other people, but I could never trulyknowthem, not even my best friends. I know this alien warrior now.

Tarak snarls. Before I can process the moment, he lifts me like I am weightless, flipping me so I am on all fours, facing the mirror. My breasts hang down, and he pulls the pleasure dress off me, not wanting even the slightest thing to be between us.

He presses his dick against my freshly stretched pussy. Cum is still dripping down my legs when he positions the thick head of his dick against my slit.

His cock is curved downwards, as if he was designed to take me like this. He grips my hips, hard, his huge fingers pressing into my flesh. It’s going to leave a mark, a mark that will fade, but his aura will never disappear from my mind. When he mates me, he will link me to him for eternity, just as I am linked to his battle-brother.

His eyes roll back as he presses his dick forward. My arms shake, barely keeping me upright, and I look at myself in the mirror, so tiny in front of the brute beast as he forces his dick into me.

My arms are too weak, and I fall forward, my head against the mattress as I arch my ass up to him, presenting myself to the alien as he takes me. “Oh Tarak, Tarak,” I whisper, over and over, my voice weak, as he stretches me open.

“Athena,” he growls, and his aura explodes in my mind.

He’s good, oh Gods, he’s good. He has the same molten iron rage burning through him, but deep down, he’s good. His aura is light and clever, but the Mating Rage takes over. He can’t hold back. He grips my hips hard, fucking me with hard, deep thrusts, my body shaking with each drive.

Tarak’s eyes glow. They turn platinum and blue, metallic against his stone skin, and he’s even more beautiful as he ravages me. He lets go of my hips, running his hands over my body, his huge hands sliding under my body and finding my nipples, teasing and pinching them.

My legs tremble and give in, and I fall flat on the bed as he wraps his muscled arms around me, pulls me against his chest, and takes me.

I gasp and moan as I am pounded into the bed, screaming in ecstasy as my second orgasm washes over me. Tarak roars, beastly, and seeds me. The Bond rewards me. I fall, fall, deeper and deeper into bliss, losing sight of the room around me as I melt under the protective strength of the man who is linked to me for eternity.

I don’t know how long we lie there together, our bodies slick with sweat, before his cock slowly softens. He keeps it in me, plugging me full of his seed. The Bond rests in my mind, but I can feel it there, waiting to be ignited again.

The Bond has one purpose. To enhance all desires that will bring me closer to them, to sire their sons.

Tarak shifts, lying on his side and pulling me against his chest. Damian is standing in the same spot, his aura burning up as he stares at me with pride.

He grins. His white teeth gleam as he witnesses me. “Athena. Gods, you’re better than I could have ever imagined.”

I smile, weakly.

His deep purple eyes never leave me. “And now we are holy.”

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