Page 40 of Bonded Queen: to the Alien Warlord Triad

His words are driven into my consciousness. I am seeing him at his peak, a natural ruler meant to inspire, a man who demands complete obedience. He steps to the side, and I know what I’m meant to do.

I walk forward in my sheer dress and stand in front of the crowd, at the edge of the raised platform.

I look down at the faces of the men and women I must speak for. Some are younger than me, in their early twenties. Others are older, with faces lined with worry and tension, but in their fear, I see something new.

Hope.

“Our Mate was earned. She fought bravely against the Scorp. She gave herself to us.” Ra’al reaches into his robe and pulls out an iron circle.

I swallow hard, keeping my chin up, but my heart is beating fast. The wind pulls at me, but the pleasure dress moves and contorts to my movements, teasing me mercilessly, like a thousand tongues licking my nipples.

I am a trophy. A possession.

I am theirs.

He puts the collar around my neck and clasps it tight. It is cold against my skin, through the high neck of the pleasure dress.

Ra’al turns me and kisses me in front of the crowd. His lips find mine, his grizzled stubble against my soft skin, and his tongue slips into my mouth, claiming it.

He grabs my ass, his huge hands firm against my cheeks, and lifts me like I am a doll. I can’t even wrap my legs around him as he kisses me deep in front of the crowd. He walks me around the marble slab, and places me down against it.

It ripples and conforms to my body. I’m sinking in, when it firms up again, contorting around my ass cheeks. I gulp when I realize it’s raised me up to the perfect height, my body lifted to be presented to the huge alien. Ra’al steps forward. The slab is thin enough that he can stand with one foot on each side.

He undoes his robe.

It falls to the ground, and he stands in front of me in all his power. His giant body is muscled beyond belief, his chest covered in black-grey hair. He stares at me like he owns me, his eyes burning with desire. His cock rears up, huge and thick, and it hypnotizes me, bobbing up and down with each beat of his heart, spewing alien pre-cum designed to let him force his huge marble rod into me. It’s so hard it’s pulsing, the veins filled to the limit with blood.

Fear and lust grip me, and I try to pull away, unable to believe the giant will be able to hold back. He’s going to ruin me, and deep down, I’m aching for it.

Orr and Kriz stand to either side. They grab my thighs and open me. The dress rides up, and my mound is exposed to the alpha.

He growls, staring at my slit, and drool drips from his lips. I’m soaking wet, on fire with need, the sensation of the huge aliens forcing me open driving me wild.

“Open yourself to me.” Ra’al’s voice is a hot command. I’m so fucking nervous, but I obey.

I reach down, my hands shaking, and spread my pussy lips open to him. His cock bobs and spurts, sending a wave of pearly white Aurelian pre-cum on my virgin pussy. I moan with need as tingles spread through me, soothing and warm, when he grabs his cock by the hilt and rubs the head of his curved, massive head against my slit.

Ra’al’s grey eyes glow as he presses forward into me.

He doesn’t stop. He’s too hungry. He slides his cock in, and I watch my pussy lips spread open obscenely, the huge marble rod slick with pre-cum and grinding into me. There’s an intense, sharp pain as he rips through my innocence. I whimper, but he keeps going, driving himself deeper and deeper into me. He’s so fucking hard, my body can’t resist. I try to close my legs, but Kriz and Orr have grips of steel. I press my hands against Ra’al’s taut abs, and he snarls, grabbing my wrists and putting them above my head, but thankfully, he stops forcing his dick deeper into me, letting me pant and writhe as I struggle to handle him.

The stone molds around my wrist. It cuffs me to the slab. I fight against the bonds, but it’s impossible. The stone liquid reaches up around my legs, and Orr and Kriz let go, the marble slab holding me immobile and exposed.

Ra’al pants as he impales me. Every muscle is in his body is taut. Sweat drips down his chest as he fights his desire to rut me, to drive his huge dick into me. He’s not even halfway in, and each throb of his dick stretches me open further. Kriz and Orr rip the dress open and grab my breasts, pinching and toying with my nipples. Kriz spits on his other hand and finds my clit, circling slowly, adding lightning, intense pleasure to the already overwhelming sensation of being stretched to the limit by the beast.

Ra’al roars up at the heavens, and the pain…

Changes.

It still hurts, but there’s this deep, aching need to be claimed that is growing and growing from somewhere deep inside me, as if all my desires to be owned are being magnified. The crowd is gasping, watching in rapt attention at the brutal strength of their new masters.

Ra’al’s eyes glow. They shimmer, changing, becoming platinum and metallic. They gleam like mercury and he enters my body and my mind.

I can feel him. His essence and being. Ra’al is tortured. He has seen horrors beyond my comprehension. He’s a broken beast, and when I blink, for a moment I don’t know if I am him, looking down at me, or me, looking up at him. His possessive energy is complete. He’s obsessed with me. To him, I am a vulnerable, precious piece of art that demands his protection.

He is a stone amongst a raging sea of chaos and war. His existence is blood and battle, and I am the one light in the sea of darkness, the one pure thing he must keep safe.

I moan as his dick throbs again, and the hunger raging through his being overwhelms everything as he succumbs to the Mating Rage. He can’t hold back. He presses himself completely, impossibly into me, until his huge, grapefruit-sized balls are rested against my asshole. My body has formed to his massive size like the black stone of the slab formed to my body, the Bond changing us both as he seems to grow bigger and more powerful, his huge body blocking out everything.

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