I arch my ass up as I serve, knowing that Orr is staring at me, when another wave of starving hunger washes over me through the Bond. I pull my mouth back, a strand of saliva and pre-cum from my lips to his cockhead. “Kriz, let him go, please, it’s hurting him,” I beg, feeling the torturous hunger building and building in the other Aurelian.
Kriz runs his hand over my cheeks, wiping tears I didn’t even feel. “He’s too far gone. He would break you.”
“He can’t take much more,” I gasp, knowing that this deep in the Mating Rage, he would be rough and savage, knowing that however much it hurts, it can’t be as bad as the starving need that drenches his mind.
Kriz lifts me easily off the ground, positioning me on top of his wet, shining cock. I stare into his eyes as he lowers me onto his dick, deeper and deeper, slowly grinding it into me. His aura pulses with need, and I know every one of his instincts is telling him to grab me by the hips and impale me, throwing me up and down, as Ra’al did. Instead, he leans back, the throne reclining with his body, so that I am straddling him, until he is almost lying back, with me on top of him.
My ass is up and pointed at Orr. Kriz grabs my ass cheeks, opening me. I’m stretched to the limit by his pulsing cock, and I know Orr is staring at my asshole and my stretched slit, my inner pussy lips opened to the limit and squeezing around Kriz’s huge cock.
“You can feel his eyes, can’t you? He wants you. He wants to punish you with his cock.”
Orr roars from behind. His battle cry echoes in the pleasure room, and a surge of panic rushes up in me. Kriz’s blue eyes flash, cold and brilliant, glacial ice. “Do you still think it’s cruel to keep him tied up?”
I grind myself on his cock, going wild, moving forward and back while it’s deep inside me. “Let him…let him go,” I gasp out, and the dormant Bondthrumsup, rewarding me for my submission with a wave of longing and ecstasy.
Kriz’s cock flexes harder. He reaches down, covering his finger in pre-cum from his balls where it drips down, and with one hand he squeezes my ass cheek open, and with the other he teases my asshole with his wet finger. “You’re too tight, my sweet little Mate,” he says, his voice dripping like warm honey all over my body.
“I want him. I want you. All of you. You’ve never…oh fuck,” I moan, as his cock flexes inside of me. “You’ve never lost control. I want you to let go with me.”
His eyes flash. He kisses me deeper, snarling as his aura spikes lust, still barely controlled.
I run my hand overs his hard muscles as our bodies grind together, touching the ridges of his abs, gently stroking his nipple, raising my hand up this powerful jaw, tracing it as I stare into his eyes. “You own me, Kriz. Take me.”
He snaps. He loses control of himself, grabbing my hips, lifting me up and slamming me down brutally against his dick. I gasp as I’m stretched open, and his control over the room wavers. The vines holding Orr weaken. He rips them apart, landing on the ground and charging forward. Orr grabs me from behind, pressing his dick against my asshole.
Orr is way too big, but he’s rock hard, and he grabs my hips tight, growling and groaning as he presses his cockhead against my tight hole. It spurts pre-cum, an iron rods that slides in past my resistance, spitting pre-cum into me to soothe the pain of being stretched open. To my shock, my body is unable to resist him, and I feel his huge, powerful dick sliding deeper and deeper into me, until both Aurelians are inside me. Their cocks throb in unison as Kriz swirls his tongue in my mouth, kissing me deep as I let go.
The two beastly men fuck me like wild stallions, pounding me hard and fast, breeding me as I melt under their power. The black pleasure of the Bond wells up, and I let myself sink into it, unable to move an inch, not because of any vines holding me, but the huge, sweaty bodies of the alien warriors as they sate themselves inside me. Only they exist. Their musk is in my nostrils, their hands on my body, their lips and tongues on me, and I cum, again and again, my body helpless against them until they release deep inside me in unison. Their roars join my screams of abject pleasure as they sate themselves inside me.
The room changes, the throne molding and shifting, the leash around my neck disappearing as Kriz turns the throne into a huge black bed, lifted into the air on a thin pillar of darkness. The mirror walls turn black, the light dimming, and neither Aurelian pulls their softening cocks from me. We lie on our sides, and I am sandwiched between the two of them, safe and secure between their might.
We are in a room removed from the world, our secret, hidden place, away from Scorp and las-cannons and Orb-Blades, away from guns blasting out and klaxons blaring. Kriz and Orr gently stroke my body, soothing me as my heartbeat slows, my rasping, panting breath returning to normal. Kriz kisses me, softly, tender, then pulls me tight against his chest.
This…
This I could have forever. I rest my head against Kriz’s chest, blinking, resting, perfectly sated and relaxed. Their two cocks slowly soften and slip out of me, their seed sliding out, but none of us care, our bodies relaxed and blissfully satisfied. I drift in and out of sleep in the darkness, until the door opens, bright, hard light shining into the darkened room. I blink blearily, pulling my head up.
Ra’al stands at the doorway, silhouetted.
He is wearing the pure black robes. His dark tattoos glow, and his Orb-Blade is at his belt.
“Kriz. Orr. We have much to do.”
The bed descends, until it’s on the ground, and the two men get up. Kriz speaks in High Aurelian, directing his voice upwards. He turns to me.
“The room is linked to you. We’ll be back.” He leans down, strokes my hair, and leaves.
When they close the door, I’m alone in the darkness. The ground is like deep waters, caressing me, telling me to sink deeper and deeper into them.
I will the room to go pitch dark. The last vestiges of light wink out. I’m floating, like I am in space, as the room calibrates to my exact weight, so that I feel like I am weightless.
When I am with the three Aurelians, everything is safe and secure. My worries melt under the intensity of their being. It’s not just the sex. Even being in a room with them, their auras awash with protectiveness, I know they would never let anything happen to me.
But as I hear the faint rumble of the tunnel opening and they leave the bunker, their auras become cold and focused again.
They are alien to me. And they always will be.
Part of me wants the room to envelop me, to slide into darkness. It responds to my subconscious, the floor melting under me, and I sink deeper into it. When I was with the two men, this room felt safe. Now the black walls are like the oblivion of space, where no hope can live.