Page 54 of Bonded By Savages

He pulls me tight against his chest, owning me, and the room molds under me, pushing me upwards to meet his kiss. I feel so small, so helpless, yet so protected against his broad muscled chest. His cock is rock hard, pressing against my body, spitting pre-cum that soaks through his robe and my pleasure dress.

Heat floods between my legs. He reaches down, groping my pussy, making me gasp and whimper as his tongue invades my mouth.

Then he pushes me. Hard. I stumble back, falling from the raised portion of the room that brought me up to meet his kiss, and vines whip out of the walls and wrap around my wrists and legs, lifting me. I’m pulled away from him, until I am trapped against the back wall, more vines wrapping around my body until I can’t move an inch. The two of them are standing, staring at me, and I want them to snap. I moan as I imagine them roughly taking me against the wall, vines forcing my legs open so they can seed me hard and rough.

Tarak is panting. His hands are in balled fists, about to snap, but Damian stares at me with haughty power.

“You think I am a brutal beast. Iam,” he snarls. “But I am a beast on a chain, andIcontrol the chain.”

From the spot the ground raised to let me meet his kiss, a chair forms, black and slick as the room. He sits on the chair like it’s a throne, staring at me. Those dark purple eyes stare straight through me. He can taste my need, smell my lust, feel my aura that’s so overwhelmed with need for him I can barely think.

“I know what you need, Athena. I know all your darkest desires. You’re going to be over my lap, while I spank your ass red.” He snarls out the words, his cock spurting against his robes, and my nipples harden with lust. I’m trembling with need, feverish, rushing through my veins, and all I want is for him to come andtakeme.

The vines disappear. I fall on shaking legs, barely able to stand.

“I will not grab you and throw you over my lap. You will come.”

I step forward, and he snarls. “No. Strip first.”

My hands shake as I pull the dress up slowly. I’ve been nude in front of them before.

Now I’m truly naked, all my darkest desires bared to the brutes.

“On your knees. Crawl to me.” Damian’s order makes my knees buckle before I can process the words. I tremble and get on all fours.

I fight down my fear, raising my head up, looking first at Tarak, who stands behind his battle-brother, his legs planted firmly. I stare into his platinum-blue eyes and see worshipful lust.

Then I look at Damian.

His eyes are full of ownership. I crawl forward slowly, letting my hips roll. I know he’s staring at the lines of my body, letting me give myself to him. His aura is burning with lust, barely controlled, but he keeps it firmly in check through his iron will. Vines snap out from the wall, but they don’t touch me. They grab his robes, stripping him as he sits.

I stare at his muscled body, his black tattoos, the eight-pack of his chiseled abs and the Adonis belt that leads down to his powerful cock that rears up. I stare at the wicked curve, remembering how he hit something inside me that made my mind go blank, and it’s even bigger from this angle, the marble of his skin contrasted against the darkness of the room. There’s a long vein running down the side, and my mouth waters as I imagine running my tongue down it, feeling it pulse with his need for me.

His balls are swollen. Bigger than grapefruits, bigger than the last time he fucked me, as if his body is telling him to produce more seed to impregnate his Fated Mate. The Bondthrumsas I imagine him unleashing inside of me, every drop of his seed shot deep inside my waiting body.

I crawl forward until I am just in front of him. I’m panting with lust. The feverish need fills my being. I want to please this brutal man, I want to give him everything he could ever want. I slowly slide my tongue out, and lean forward, when his hand comes to my neck. He wraps his huge hand around my throat, stopping me an inch from his cock. It spurts pre-cum, pearly white seed dripping down the marble shaft.

“Beg.” The word is a harsh order. Saliva fills my mouth, and I don’t wipe the drool that falls down my chin as Ineedthat dick past my lips.

“I beg you, let me pleasure you with my mouth,” I gasp, feeling no shame. I’m bared to him. “Master,” I whisper, the word sending another thrum of pleasure up and down my spine, flooding me with heat, but it’s not because of the Bond.

It’s all me. I’ve needed the harsh protection of an Aurelian triad since before I was captured, and I need it all the more now.

“Good pet,” he growls, and the Bondthrumsagain, rewarding me with pulses of pleasure as he lets me run my tongue against his huge balls, then slowly up his shaft. I flick my tongue against the huge vein as I travel up his shaft, rewarded by pulses of hardness in his already rock-hard cock as he swells up even more. I swear he’s bigger than the last time, if that’s possible. I worship his cock, taking the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue instinctively and opening my jaw as much as I can to take him inside me.

His cock spurts pre-cum, salty, and it just tastesright.I crave it like I’ve never craved anything before. I want him to explode down my throat and fill my belly with his seed. I relax my jaw, taking more and more of his shaft, but he’s too fucking big. I crave it down my throat but tears come to my eyes as I gag on his dick.

Another spurt of pre-cum shoots from the tip, and my gag reflex disappears. Damian grabs my hair, rough, and presses down on the back of my head, forcing me to take more and more of his dick. He bobs my head up and down, using me, and when I can’t take it anymore, he senses me at my limit and pulls me up. I gasp for air before he roughly fists my mouth down against his too-hard shaft, sliding his dick into my throat. The Aurelian pre-cum, designed to fit huge alien dicks into too-tight human slits, lets him slide deeper than I thought possible. If he came, he would deposit ropes of thick, creamy cum directly into my stomach.

The curve of his dick presses against the back of my throat. Damian reaches down, massaging my throat, and I know he’s feeling his throbbing manhood deep inside me.

Tears stream down my cheeks. I’m at my limit, and I am about to raise my hand to grab his wrist, knowing I can’t stop him, when he pulls my head up. I gasp for air, then fight against his grip, needing to please him more.

He’s too strong. I moan as his curved dick bobs. His fingers trail up from my throat and rest under my chin, pressing my head up and forcing me to meet his hard eyes.

“Every…” His voice comes out as an animalistic growl, fighting to spit out words. His nostrils flare, breathing in my scent, and I know he can smell my desperate arousal. “Every instinct in my body tells me to grab you and breed you. But I will show you that I can hold back. Over my lap.” His voice becomes cold and hard as he orders me.

I stand, the taste of his pre-cum in my mouth, and pull myself over his lap. His cock is standing straight up, pressed against my side and his body as I tremble over the dominant alien’s legs. My heart pounds fast. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. It’s not pain that scares me. It’s being denied the alien’s rough, passionate mating. Every instinct in my body is telling me to ride him, to open my legs for him, to give myself to him, and his aura is burning up with controlled lust as he shows his complete mastery over himself…

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