How many of the strong warriors in the stands will have to die before order is restored?
I bite my lips as I scan the crowds. The way they are all staring at me is addictive. The pleasure dress is sheer, and my body is on display. Some triads have women chained to their wrists, with dull, iron collars. Some are in pleasure dresses. Some are naked, their bodies exposed. The Aurelians with women hold them possessively. I see a woman stare at me, lick her lips, then pull herself closer to one of the huge alien warriors. He leans down to kiss her, groping her as his lust is inflamed by the sight of me.
The pleasure dress ignites, rushing over my body, teasing and touching me. I let myself sink into lust. I used to detach myself from my emotions, making myself distant in my own mind. Now I try desperately to fall into lust, begging the Bond tothrumand put me in heat. I need to stop thinking, stop hurting, and lose myself in the strength of the two beastly men for one of the last times.
I blink as I see Jola and Lelita in the stands, near the front. Both are on leashes, attached to the guardian triad that watched over them in the hospital. I smile as I see their empty brands, their clear foreheads, knowing that I did one good thing. I let them choose men, instead of being sold to brutes. They were taken last night, just as I will be, and hordes of men must have watched them given to the alien triad.
They meet my eyes, and Jola gives me a smile, running her hand over the chest of the leader of the triad who she is linked to by her collar.
I imagine Damian inside me, growling as he takes me, and my nipples harden into points. My need for them is almost enough to drown my heartbreak and pain.
The crowd silences. I turn. Damian and Tarak are staring at me, lust building in their auras. I cling to it. It’s so much better than ice.
Obsidian has raised a fist. His pale skin has a network of black veins, his forearm flexing as he raises it above his head. The only sound is the slight buzzing of the drones that broadcast us to the universe.
I won’t just be bred in front of the crowd. Our mating will be shown to the universe, trillions able to tune in to see the reward of a loyal servant of the War-God.
“Damian and Tarak. These two men left the Aurelian Empire and earned double honors. I guided them through the gate to win their Mate. They came back with her. They saved five others. You watched them given to noble warriors last night. Now you will witness a new spectacle.”
Obsidian’s voice is deep and hypnotic. We’re a hundred feet below him, but I swear I can see his huge black eyes and the trillions of stars in them, and I’m pulled into his gaze.
“You will witness a holy Mate taken by her men. Let her be blessed with a son on this night!” His voice growls, and I hear the undertone of rage.
His own pregnant mate was kidnapped and stolen from him by Queen Jasmine. He would trade places with my two men in an instant, letting them rule while he took his woman.
The Bond is dormant in my mind. I reach out to it, aching for it to overwhelm me with dark pleasure and need, but it waits. I thought it would drown me in bliss and lust, urging me to take their seed. Instead I have to rely on my own aching need for them.
I look at the two proud warriors and hold back tears. Damian, with his savage strength, standing straight-backed and proud, his purple eyes gleaming. He told me I gave him back control. I pray this control will stop him from throwing away his life recklessly in battle, that he might return, not for my sake, but for his.
Tarak, noble and strong, his platinum-blue eyes gleaming with adoration for me. It cracks through the ice of his aura, golden tendrils crushed by the glacial weight of loyalty to his dead battle-brother. I don’t know how he can feel that love and still go into battle. I only know he made his choice, and I’ve made mine.
I pull the black pleasure dress from my body, unashamed in front of thousands of eyes. Their yells of approval are so distant. I get on all fours in the fine black sand, arching my ass up for my two men.
There’s a growl from behind me as Tarak’s aura boils up with lust. He moves his robes aside and takes me from behind, gripping my hips and pressing the head of his cock against my slit. His cock spurts Aurelian pre-cum, mixing with my growing arousal as he slides his dick into me. There’s no gentleness to him. He grabs my hips hard, fucking me with hard, powerful thrusts that make my body shake.
The crowd is staring at me, and fever rushes through my veins, my body ultra-sensitive as the cool night wind blows over me. My moans of need echo out through the empty arena, mixing with the grunts and growls of the alien warrior sating himself inside me. I can feel the orgasm welling up, each hard thrust bringing me closer to that moment of absolute surrender. I let my body respond to his might, pleasure rushing through my veins, and I’m not distant.
I crystalize the moment in my mind. Each second with these men is precious. They lost almost all of what made me love them, and when they go to war, the last shreds of their goodness will be taken from them. I reach into his aura, a tear dripping down my cheek as I desperately cling to the golden threads that are frozen in his icy being, focusing on that alone. I scream as my orgasm rips through my body, and Tarak grunts, forcing every inch of his cock into me, and seeds me. Hot jets of cum shoot into me, and my eyes roll back with pleasure.
I wait for the rush of the Bond, the thrums of pleasure to reward me for taking his seed, but there’s nothing but my own pleasure. The crowd roars as Tarak pulls his cock from me, seed dripping from my stretched slit onto the thirsting sand below.
I tense my body, ready for Damian, expecting him instantly, but instead I feel so empty, my body craving the alpha’s touch for one of the last times.
I stand on shaking legs, turning, cocking my head sideways as I look at him. Damian is standing, proud and powerful, his purple eyes gleaming in desire for me, his robes tented outwards obscenely, but he stands still as a statue. Every muscle in his body is tensed to the limit.
“It’s okay, Damian,” I whisper, gentle. It’ll be one of the last gentle things he hears before he’s on the battlefield, in the dance of death against men who have trained for hundreds of years to kill him.
The crowd hushes. I walk to him and run my hand over his powerful chest, feeling cum dripping down my legs. I’m incomplete without him. I’ll never be complete again.
“Lie down, Damian,” I say, and I smile up at him. Tears drip down my cheeks as he undoes his robe, throwing it aside, bared to the universe, and he lies on his back in the sands. His cock stands straight upwards, bobbing with each beat of his heart, that heart I wished beat only for me.
For some moments, it will. I crouch above him, running my hands over his powerful abs, feeling the scars from Orb-Blades, gently stroking the fresh bruises.
I moan as the swollen head of his cock presses against the sensitive folds of my sex. His body is turned on, lust burning in his aura, but he’s tormented. A crack forms in the glacial coldness of his aura. Golden threads of love rush through his being.
I smile at him. I don’t want some of the last moments of us, his last memories to be cold and distant. He’s going to war. I want him to remember me with fondness, that somehow, the memories of us could keep just a little bit of his goodness alive. As much as I know he will lose all that made me love him when he goes to war, I pray somehow they survive and keep even a hint of their old selves, that somehow, they could return to me, and we could find a future in peace. I know it cannot be. But for this moment, I let myself believe it.
My legs are strong from the Bond. I plant my feet in the fine sands of the proving grounds and impale myself on his marble rod. His eyes roll back in pleasure, his nostrils flaring, tasting my utter need for him. The crowd bays in approval, screaming, and yelling, their energy rushing through me.