The Bondthrums,so powerful my legs buckle, this wave of longing that intensified all my urges. Then it calms to a low buzz in my mind, ready to strike at any moment. I imagine Kriz releasing deep inside me, and heat floods between my legs.

A shaft of black liquid shoots down from the ceiling, thinning, going through the ring in the front of my collar. It touches the floor, so that there is a thin, straight line from the ground to the ceiling. I pull back from it, and it doesn’t even bend, hard as rock and keeping me standing stock-still.

I look up as another tendril comes down slowly towards me. My breath catches, wondering what it will do, but it forms a black crown and places itself on my head. “You suit a crown well. I will build a palace for you, my Mate.” Kriz’s bright blue eyes flash as he states it. Then the crown dissipates, cool liquid coursing down my body as it rejoins the floor.

The pedestal falls. It crashes down beneath me, my stomach doing cartwheels, but I fall softly and safely to the ground, standing in the middle of the room with the rod of blackness through my collar, so I am unable to even take a step back.

Orr strides to me and roughly grabs my breasts. He takes each nipple between his thumbs and fingers, and pinches, hard enough I moan in pain.

“You will obey.” His eyes glow as he states the words. Orange and red flames dance around his irises, burning brighter when they focus on me, and me alone. I whimper and resist, clamping my lips tight, and he snarls, tightening his grip.

“I will,” I gasp out, and he releases my nipples, grabbing my breasts in both hands and bringing them to his mouth, where he kisses each sensitive nipple softly, his huge tongue darting out and teasing them.

“I’m going to make sure of that,” he says, licking his lips and gently stroking my nipples, sending teasing pleasure through my body.

My spurt of defiance returns. I put my chin up, staring him in the eyes. “I’ll obey,sir.But this isn’t for my own good. I felt you, Orr. I know you. You were going to spank me anyways.”

His brows furrow, and the flash of surprise in his aura makes my lips flicker up in triumph. Kriz chuckles.“He wasn’t expecting that,”Kriz telepaths to me, and I hide my smile, my pride surging up. Orr has lived centuries, and he hasn’t met anything like me.

Orr leans in and kisses me, hard and passionate, his fingers clamping on my nipples and pinching until I gasp, breaking off the kiss. He runs his right hand up my body, stroking my collarbone, trailing his fingers up my neck then toying with my bottom lip with his thumb. “We’ll see how much attitude you have when I’m done with you.”

I run my tongue over his thumb, defiantly meeting his gaze. When he disciplined me in the garden, he broke my resistance. I’ve grown stronger since then. Whatever he can dish out, I can take it.

“You’ve tried pain. Let’s try my way,” says Kriz, his voice taking on a darker edge. Orr tears himself from me, stepping back, and the light glows on their perfect bodies. Orr’s fiery orange eyes glow, contrasting against his marble skin, his huge, strong chest with thick black hair, his meaty abs, his fat, veined cock that pulses with each beat of his heart. I moan as I realize both of their dicks are throbbing in unison, Kriz’s curved deliciously downwards, as if he was made to take me from behind, Orr’s thicker than my wrist, made to stretch me to the edge of my limit. Kriz’s piercing blue eyes hold a thousand mysteries, and though I felt his aura, though I experienced his being, I can’t predict what he means by“his way.”

I remember the pure bliss of submitting to them, and I shiver, grabbing the long tendril that goes from the ceiling to the floor through my collar for balance. My heart pounds in a mixture of anticipation, fear, and raw, insistent need to give myself to the two Aurelians.

Kriz raises his left hand. The room reacts to him, the black liquid substance that forms the floor reaching up and encircling his wrist. In unison, the tendril that goes through my collar darts out to him so fast it’s a blur, wrapping around his wrist and releasing me from the ceiling and floor.

I’m leashed to Kriz. A flood of arousal rushes through my body, and Orr breathes in, deep through his nose. He smells my need, and his eyes roll back, his mouth agape, every muscle in his body flexing as he fights the Mating Rage that consumes him in response to my need for them.

“Get on your knees.” My legs buckle at the command, instinctively yearning to obey, but I stand tall.

Orr’s eyes focus. He wraps one huge hand around my throat, the other on my shoulder, and starts to press downwards.

“No. She will kneel by her own choice.” Orr releases with difficulty, unwrapping his fingers from my throat, and I take in a huge breath. He only had his hand around my throat for a second, but it’s driving me wild seeing him so out of control.

“So you want to be broken,” snarls Orr.

An Aurelian would never hurt his Mate. That, I know more than anything else. It is the deepest part of them. The knowledge gives me the courage to explore just how deliciously dominant they’ll be if I resist, how far they can go before they lose themselves to their own need and become rutting beasts in the Mating Rage. Orr is on the verge. Kriz’s aura is raging with hunger for me, but other than the sweat dripping from his brow, he’s in control.

The room morphs beneath Kriz. A seat rises from the floor, a black throne that molds itself upwards, and he sits the moment it is created. He sits straight-backed, his legs wide and imperious, his cock constantly dripping milky white pre-cum that courses down his shaft, dripping down his huge balls to the floor. The dripping sound is hypnotic, like the ticking of a clock, and I lick my lips, my mouth watering. I’ve yet to taste their seed, but I’m craving it, deep down, like it’s a drug my body is getting addicted to.

With one hard pull of his wrist, he could send me tumbling towards him.

Orr moves behind me, grabbing my ass cheeks, opening me up to him from behind. His huge cockhead rubs against my sex, sliding between my legs, so that when I look down, his dick is through my legs. I’m on his throbbing pole, and he gasps in my ear, wrapping his hands around my breasts and squeezing hard. “I can’t hold back, do it!” orders Orr, and he grabs me, forcing me against his sweaty body, pulling his dick back and forcing it against my slit. I moan as my lips open against his cock when vines whip out from every direction.

I turn, gasping, as Orr is lifted a foot into the air, vines wrapped tight around his legs and arms. He fights against the bonds, every muscle in his body contorting and flexing to the limit. His cock is harder than I’ve ever seen it before. Each vein running down the marble shaft is filled with blood, and the need that flows through his aura is torturous. He’s in pain with his need for me.

You poor beast…

Though I know it’s painful for him, it turns me on so much, feeling his utter need for me, the way his eyes are drawn to my sex as if he can’t pull them away. And the more turned on I get, the more he smells my need, the more his nostrils flare and the muscles bulge and he fights to get free. What would happen if those vines snapped? Would he pin me to the floor and take me hard and fast? Or would he turn me, putting me on my knees and fucking me from behind?

The black walls change. They become metallic, until they are the clearest mirrors I’ve ever seen, from every side. I’m collared, the silver wrapped around my neck attached to Kriz’s wrist by the black substance of the pleasure room, while he sits back in his throne, watching. The other Aurelian is reduced to a beast behind me, even the veins in his wide neck pulsing as his hands form fists, clenching and unclenching, a starving man tied up in front of food inches out of his reach.

“Kneel and crawl to me. This is your last chance.”

I turn. My ache for him is so exposed, my nipples hard and desperate for his touch, my pussy gleaming, my cheeks flush.