Page 41 of Bonded Queen: to the Alien Warlord Triad

The crowd disappears. The world disappears. The only thing remaining is Ra’al, Kriz and Orr, the three of them pleasuring me in ways I didn’t think possible. Orr pinches my nipple, hard, a shock of pain and pleasure that ripples through me as the alpha takes me.

He’s so deep inside of me, stretching me to the limit, and he stops, exulting in the Bonding. If I can feel him in my mind, then he too can feel me. He runs his hands over my body soothingly, pushing away the other two aliens, who step back.

The contrast drives me wild. The brutal strength and ravenous hunger, the constant throbbing of his cock inside me, and his gentle hands running over my body as he leans in to kiss me. He’s half standing, his legs on either side of him, and he grinds his dick back and forth in me, rubbing my G-spot as he kisses me deep, his tongue swirling in my mouth.

I can smell his musky scent, and I need it, the sweat of the beast. The dark urge to be his is welling up inside me, driving me crazy, my own needs magnified by the black pool of lust that flows up from the Bond. I ache to be his.

Completely.

I ache for his seed.

The marble disappears from my hands. I reach up, wrapping my hands around his back, and I pull my legs up as well, trying desperately to wrap them around his huge body, but he’s too big. I open myself to his might.

My orgasm is welling up. It’s too intense, but I can’t stop it, his huge dick grinding deep inside me, never leaving my body as he presses his massive balls against my ass with each thrust. I ache for those balls to flood me with seed, and the thought is rewarded by a pool of ecstasy, as if the Bond is training me to crave his release.

He pulls back from the kiss, both of us panting in unison as he claims me before the crowd, showing the universe that I belong to him.

“You are mine.” He growls it out and as if by his words, I cum on his huge dick, and he loses control, pounding me with violent thrusts, pulling his cock out and jackhammering it back into me. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight to his sweaty chest, and my whole body would bounce with each thrust if he didn’t have such a tight hold against me.

He seeds me, and my orgasm heightens impossibly, and I lose my mind, screaming in ecstasy in front of the world. His dick gets even harder with each pump, driving load after load of his alien cum so deep inside me it feels like he’s in my stomach.

We gasp together, our heavy breathing in unison, and I realize that he will be in my mind forever. I blink in shock, trying to process, as he pulls his cock from me.

Before his seed can release from my body, Orr takes his place. He’s nude, his cock even thicker, fat and huge, and I stare up at the beast, his shaved head and broad, strong body exuding power. Even the twin black tattoos on his heart no longer terrify me after I felt Ra’al’s protectiveness. Orr is fierce, but all his violence will be used to keep me safe.

He presses his dick into me, stretching me anew, and ruts me like an animal, gripping my hands tight so I can’t move an inch. He does not kiss me, instead staring into my eyes ferociously as his grey orbs turn bright red, burning like two angry suns as he breeds me hard and fast. Ra’al bloomed in my mind, but Orr penetrates me like a battering ram exploding into my consciousness, a brutal, angry man who lives for war. He fucks me like a man dying of thirst his entire life who has finally found a stream, drinking of my being as he takes everything that is mine as his own. I gasp as he takes me, slamming his dick into me, and it’s only the Bond transforming his violence into pleasure that lets me handle him as he seeds me quickly and pulls out.

I nearly pass out, my entire body shaking as Kriz stands in front of me next. His dick curves downwards, leaking pre-cum like a faucet, and he grabs my hips, flipping me over. I feel the huge torrent of seed trying to escape my body as I arch my ass up instinctively for him. He grabs my hips and presses his cock into me, plugging me.

In this position, I look out at the crowd, who stare up at me in awe. Some men and women avert their eyes, but others watch in fascination. Every triad of Aurelian is watching me with full intensity, all of them craving their own Mate.

Then I see the movement in the crowd.

Women.

They’re starting to file towards the palace. They watch my submission, and they crave the protection and service of a triad of their own. It drives me wilder knowing that my public display caused women to offer themselves up as I did, all of them aching to be bought at the auction, given away to triumphant triads.

Kriz blooms in my mind as he grips my hips, the wet slaps of flesh on flesh filing the air as he takes me from behind.

His being is just as I thought. Hard. Authoritarian. He is patrician and noble compared to the beastliness of his battle-brothers. I need to see him. I turn my head, seeing his taut, perfect body, his abs and lean power. His eyes turned the brightest shade of blue. It matches the royalty of his being.

He brings his hand up, his eyes flashing as he spanks me. When I was disciplined in the garden, it was torturous. Now, I crave the pain, the Bond magnifying it and turning my shame into jolts of pleasure. I cum on him, my pussy contracting and milking him, and he can’t hold back. He releases into me, jets of cum deep into my body, and I collapse. I fall against the black marble, my arms giving out, and it softens against my head, cool against my heat.

He pulls out, slowly, running his hands over my back, and the moment he withdraws, I feel so empty. The three of them sated themselves into me, but there’s some yearning, deep inside me, that is yet to be fulfilled.

The three men help me to my feet and turn me towards the bridge to the palace. On the bridge, there is another triad of Aurelians.

Priests. Tall, thin, and ancient. They have the twin brands and tattoos on their foreheads, and their robes are more formal, covering their entire bodies.

In the leader’s hands is a black silk pillow. On it is another collar. This one is silver. It glows, unlike the dull iron around my neck. Ra’al reaches up behind me and unclasps the collar, letting it fall to the ground.

The leader Priest hands the collar to Orr and says something in Aurelian. Then he repeats it in Common. “Silver, for a Bonded Mate,” says the lead Priest, his tone filled with veneration. The leader of the Priests has a thin, skeletal smile, his pale lips unused to the movement, then he turns with his triad, walking across the bridge. As he turns, his robe opens slightly, showing his bony, ancient body, and a flash of something gold I can’t make out. I’m glad to see them go.

Orr puts the collar around my neck. It seems to mold itself to my neck, feeling just like his hand wrapped around my throat. Then he turns me to face the crowd. I stand, naked, in front of the world as their seed drips down my thighs, running down my legs and pooling on the ground. I can barely stand.

The turrets of the anti-air battery on the far city walls slowly start to turn. At first, I think I imagine it. I try to raise my hand to point, but it’s so difficult, my body overwhelmed. With great effort, I raise my hand and point.

“Look!” I yell, when they thunder out.

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