Page 58 of Bonded Queen: to the Alien Warlord Triad

He senses my need, and grabs my hips, lifting me all the way up so only the tip of his cock is inside me then slamming me down so my ass slaps against his legs, fully impaled. I gasp and moan, and it turns to screams of pleasure as he forces me up and down on his massive cock. He growls and groans, getting closer.

“Ra’al, Ra’al, Ra’al!” I scream out his name as I cum, and he slams me down faster and faster, his battle-roar joining my screams as he releases inside of me. Then he holds me tight against his body as I pant, regaining my senses. I run my hand through his thick grey-flecked chest hair, my other hand running over his abs, up to his chin, tracing his strong jaw.

The auras of the other two Aurelians are pulsing with hunger. Kriz grabs me by the arm, pulling me to my feet. Seed drips down my inner thighs as he stares down at me with imperial power.

“You know me already.” Kriz is right. Of the three, he is the most human. He runs his fingers through my hair, and the blue, pulsing beam of light of his being flares up. He transmits memories to me. Him yelling out calculations as they fight in their Reaver. Pulling the triggers and blasting asteroids before they smash against his ship. He has fear. He controls it. He has pain, but he fights through it. He keeps the memories lighter, not wanting to scare me.

I blink back to reality, and he stares down at me, the hint of a smile on his lips.

“Oh,” I say, because he’s right. I do know him. I can understand him.

Orr…

Orr is still an alien to me. I turn to him. He’s got a growing red welt on his chest. His thick black beard and shaved head make him look like an ancient barbarian, come to my town to take me back as his war-bride.

“There is nothing to me. No great pain. No horror. I am a warrior. That is all.”

“I want to feel you.”

Orr’s fiery eyes flash. “You may not like what you feel, my Mate.”

“I…I have to know.”

He growls and steps forward, grabbing my temples firmly, and stares into my eyes. I look back into the fiery embers of his gaze, my heart pounding, as he forces the memories into my mind.

It’s dark. Contorted, as if there is a reddish-black hue to his vision. His memories are all a blur, until he has pure focus when he fights. I’m staring out of his eyes, watching a Scorp rear up in front of me, even taller than I am, its huge arms rending my chest. Instead of pain, rage boils up, encompassing his being as he rips its head off with his hands.

All the memories of the mess halls, of joking with other soldiers, of living, are dull and bland. He is only fully present when he fights…

Until he transmits the memory of the garden.

I’m looking down at myself over his lap, my ass red, my pussy glistening, betraying my arousal as he spanks me. The moment is even clearer than when he fights.

I blink back to my senses, and his cock is rock hard, pressing through the shorts and against me. He lets go of my temples, breaking off his gaze, and I let a deep breath out.

“Thank you,” I say, and surprise flickers in his eyes and aura.

Then his gaze hardens.

“You disobeyed.”

“What?” My heart pounds.

“The combat robots had been used. You activated them. Why?” Orr licks his lips as he looks down at me.

“It was an accident.”

“Those things are dangerous. You need to listen to what I tell you. It was no accident that you went down a hallway instead of sitting and waiting like you were told.”

“It’s for your own safety,” says Kriz from behind me, but there’s a hard edge to his voice. “You must obey.”

“I will,” I say quickly, nervous. Orr’s eyes blaze a deeper shade of red. The only time he felt the universe was in balance is when I was over his lap. He’s craving it again…

And I’m craving the utter release of being in his control.

Kriz runs his hands down my sides, so gentle he barely touches me. “Pain didn’t teach her a lesson. Pleasure will. You had the honor of disciplining her the first time. This one is mine.” His voice is hypnotic. I don’t know what he’s about to do, but I crave it.

Orr looks over me at his battle-brother. His jaw clenches. “Pain and pleasure. Together.”

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