Page 24 of Bonded Queen: to the Alien Warlord Triad

It’s so hard to think as Orr slides his thumb up and down my slick entrance, sending electric tingles of pleasure through my body, then he pulls his thumb from me and brings it to his lips. I moan as I hear him lick his thumb, tasting my arousal.

“Enough.” The hard voice of their leader cuts through the lust and shame, bringing me back to reality. My ass is on fire from the spanking, but the pain mixed in with the aching need makes me crave more. Orr lifts me, not even grunting with the exertion, as if I am nothing more than a doll in his hands. My legs quiver, giving in, and I fall back onto his lap.

Orr’s huge hand wraps around my waist, pulling me into his body. I can smell the musky stink of his sweat, the blood from the battle. He leans in, his nose in my hair, and his body tenses to the limit, every muscle flexed and contorted as he fights against his urge to breed me right here and now in the dirt. He brings his mouth to my ear, his hot breath against me.

“You will be mine, my little Mate. You will crawl to me and present yourself. You will give yourself.” His voice twists into a low growl, more beast than man, and a rush of arousal floods me. I feel so empty. I crave him, his body against mine, his dominance unleashed…

But if I give in once, it’s all over.

I don’t know why the brutes didn’t claim me here and now, fucking me in front of the other servant girls.

Maybe they want it to be in private. Or maybe there is some code of honor even in the worst of the alien species.

Orr doesn’t just want to conquer me by force. It would be so easy for the triad. One finger could pin me down. Another of the three could grab my legs and force them open, no matter how hard I tried to close them. They could force their huge cocks into me, pushing past my resistance, grinding their leaking cockheads against my slit to prepare me.

But they don’t want to only conquer my body. They want to conquer my mind. Orr wants me to crawl to him, to present myself. The thought of choosing to be a captive mate of the brutal triad is infecting my mind, calling to me, this aching need welling up so badly that for a moment I forget the burning pain in my buttocks.

Then I push myself up to my feet. Orr lets me go, and my plain white servant robes fall to cover me again, hiding my shamefully red bottom. I keep my eyes planted on the chest of the Aurelian warlord Ra’al. He is the most powerful man on this planet.

“Sir, was that sufficient?” My voice wavers.

Ra’al barks something out in Aurelian. The third of his triad, the quietest, with sharp, eagle-eyes that speak to an unfathomable intelligence honed by centuries of war, steps in closer to me. His black robes are tented out in his lust for me, and the vein on his neck pulses, but it is the only outward sign of his need. He is in control, his face blank as he stares me down.

“You are coming with us. Can you walk, or do I carry you?” Kriz has a haughty, arrogant handsomeness to him, piercing grey eyes and sharp, defined features. He orders me around like a king to a servant, and I know if I say my legs are too weak to walk he’d throw me over his shoulder like a rag doll.

“Yes, sir, I can walk.” After that harsh punishment, I’m not pretending to be obedient. It hurt worse than I expected, my ass still on fire, and it was so fucking intense, feeling Orr’s cock throbbing with his desire as he punished me. He was turned on by his rough treatment of me…

And I was too.

But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give any of them another excuse to put me over one of their laps. Orr stands behind me, and I fight the urge to turn around, knowing that the alien warlord is towering over me from behind.

Orr’s huge fingers graze the sensitive nape of my neck. Then his hand wraps around my throat and he pulls me back against his huge body. He’s so fucking tall I’m barely at his chest level. His other massive hand reaches possessively down the front of my robes. He pinches my left nipple. It’s already so hard and sensitive, my cheeks flush a deeper red. Then he slides his palm down my body, gently stroking down my stomach, and I am petrified as he gropes my soaking pussy, then brings his hand back to his mouth, licking up my juices.

He's addicted to my taste, the nectar of my arousal. I keep my eyes planted firmly on the ground, ashamed to be in front of the people I work with, my friends and coworkers, yet at the same time I’ve never felt so desired, so needed. His huge, fat cock presses against my back as I stay, stock-still, unable to move.

His other hand is still wrapped around my throat. It tightens, ever so slightly, and I know he can feel my quickening pulse.

Then he releases. I stumble forward, towards the exit of the garden. Kriz moves like water, striding in front of me, each movement precise. The back of his robes are matted against his powerful back. The material of his robe is stained a deeper black, glinting in the sun, and I wonder if it’s his blood or someone else’s.

The other two of the Aurelians are behind me. I’m both trapped and protected. Nothing can hurt me on this planet, but nothing can save me, either.

The world is crisp and clear. The sun flows over my body, and I watch smoke curling up into the sky. Bodies of Scorp litter the courtyard. They were so close to killing us.

Through the gilded gates is the black ship. It is sleek and predatory, a thin, angular weapon of a machine that faces the estate. The ship is like Kriz, hard, angular lines that are both beautiful and deadly. There are two gunneries on either side of the ship, where Orb-Beams can lance out, focusing the power of the Orbs into devastating barrages. The Orb powering the Aurelian attack ship must be ten times the size of the ones that wait in the hilts of their swords.

On the nose of the ship is an emblem in deeper black. It glows with the twin half-circles of the brand that marks the chest of the three men who now own me.

“Sirs,” I say, my voice coming out low and soft, as a deep tiredness seeps into me. I fight it off, blinking hard to wake myself up as all the adrenaline wears off and I want to sleep for days.

I turn to face Ra’al and Orr, keeping my head lowered, looking at his black boots covered in mud and blood.

“Speak,” Ra’al commands me in a voice used to leading armies.

“I’ve barely left this estate for the last ten years. I’m scared.”

“Don’t be scared. Nothing will ever happen to you. You belong to us.” His matter-of-fact possessiveness both scares and reassures me. My eyes dart left, to the stinger of a Scorp, lying on the ground like a poisoned dagger. How long could we have held off the Scorp before one of them buried their venomous barb into me?

“I’d ask that I be allowed to take someone with me, so that I am not all alone.”

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