Page 79 of Bonded Queen: to the Alien Warlord Triad

I swallow hard. “When…when do you next mount an attack?”

Ra’al tenses behind me. I squeeze Kriz and Orr’s hands, needing their strength.

“I believe Obsidian is waiting for a counter-attack. Emperor Raegan’s triad and the Queen cannot know we have conquered the rift. He may wait until they extend themselves, to cut them off en route.”

“Or we may strike deeper.” Orr growls it out, and his aura flares up with anticipation.

“The inner sectors of the Aurelian Empire are guarded from Orb-Shift by ancient technology, built long before the first great war. If they don’t surrender, they’ll have to be surrounded and taken by siege. It will be a bloodbath,” says Kriz, sorrow in his voice.

“But Obsidian’s Mate, she’s on Colossus? How can he dare to fight with her captured? It’s horrible…her child could be born while the war rages on.”

Kriz grips my hand tight and turns, running his other hand over my arm protectively. “He has no choice. Queen Jasmine cannot kill her. His Mate is the key to tracking Obsidian through the Bond. But if we get close to Colossus, where many of Queen Jasmine’s dozen sons live…she would do anything to keep them safe. I don’t want to fill your mind with dark images, my Mate.”

I shiver, remembering the aged Aurelian in the library with his missing arm.

Would Queen Jasmine be so cold as to torture a pregnant woman, to cut her limbs off as a threat? It’s sickening to think of what could happen to that poor woman. She didn’t want all this. She was just someone like me, who got pulled into something beyond her control.

“I’d like to go up against her eldest. Prince Doman. That man is formidable.” Orr has respect in his voice.

“Her second son is a fierce warrior as well,” says Ra’al. “The war will not be easy. But we will prevail.”

Orr pulls his hand from mine and walks to the edge of the platform above the city. People are looking up and pointing in awe. Orr stares out at his city.

“It’s time for us to start our family, Rachel. This is a strong planet, defended well. The defenses are bolstered each day. And Rachel, when you are with our son,no onewill take you from us.No one.” He snarls out the worlds, his aura flaring with rage and possessiveness.

The Bondthrumsso hard it makes my knees weak when he speaks of impregnating me. I suppress a moan, heat flooding between my legs, my nipples hardening, and the pleasure dress ripples to life, coaxing my need. Ra’al’s cock hardens behind me, and he runs his hand over my body from behind, cupping my breasts, driving me wild.

Ra’al leans in to my ear, kissing the lobe, his breath hot as his cock throbs behind me. “This is your destiny, my Mate. Your belly will swell up, your breasts huge as you sit on the throne. You are our Mate.”

I can’t stop my choked moan at the image. I’ve seen Queen Jasmine when she was pregnant. The Aurelian Empire proudly displayed her on holo-vid. Aurelian pregnancies are so different from a human one. The Bond changes even your body, preparing you for a huge, hungry babe, making your breasts swell up. Ra’al plays with my nipples.

He sends an image through the Bond, so intense it feels real. It’s me, standing here, but my breasts are three times their size, huge and swollen, leaking milk as he massages them from behind, giving me relief from the intense pressure. I gasp as I’m brought back to real life, my body aching for the three alphas in a deep, primal way I cannot control.

Orr throws his robes off. He stands, proud and naked, his huge, muscled body blocking my view of the city, and I instinctively get on my knees. His cock is throbbing and leaking with hardness, so thick, as Ra’al grips my hair tight from behind, pressing me forward against his battle-brother’s need. I open my mouth as Orr’s cock spurts the soothing, addictive Aurelian pre-cum, making me need more, as I serve him with my mouth, letting the men use me for their pleasure. I let myself surrender to the moment, relaxing my throat as he fucks my mouth like it is my pussy, his huge balls slapping against my chin.

Orr is furious with rage and lust, lost to the Mating Rage, fucking my mouth with hard, deep thrusts that would make me gag if it wasn’t for the soothing seed. “I’m on the verge,” he snarls, as his aura pulses with starving lust, needing to release into me.

He pulls back, his cock so hard it looks painful, and I reach up to serve him, but Ra’al grabs me, pushing me down and turning me, so that I am on my hands and knees, arching my ass up. Orr squats and rams his huge, thick cock into me, stretching me open deliciously the moment he cums, pressing every inch of his manhood deep inside me as jets of warm, hot Aurelian cum fills me. The Bondthrumsin my mind, rewarding me with deep, dark pleasure as I take the alpha’s seed.

The other two men are wild with aggressive need. Ra’al strips quickly and takes me from behind, fucking me hard and fast. This is not lovemaking. This is breeding. Kriz can’t wait. He fucks my throat as I take the alpha’s dick inside me, and I cum, the orgasm nearly making me black out. My pussy contracts against Ra’al’s dick, milking him, but my orgasm doesn’t leave me satisfied. It leaves me desperate, needy, and I need Ra’al’s seed more than air itself.

“Please, please, I need it,”I telepath through the Bond, unable to speak with Kriz in my mouth, begging for his release. Kriz is groaning and growling with every thrust down my throat, near on the edge.

Ra’al roars out, his voice booming, so loud that the people below must hear it, but he’s the only thing that exists as he seeds me. The second he pulls out, I’m still desperate for more, and Kriz takes his spot, thrusting deeper and deeper. My legs give out, and he presses me against the hard stone ground, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me up against his body as he fucks me in hard, powerful thrusts, pounding me against the rock.

I moan as another hard, overwhelming orgasm is forced out of my body, unable to stop myself from cumming on his dick again, screaming out in ecstasy as I will him to take me. He can’t hold back. He unleashes inside me, and the Bond washes me with pleasure, rewarding me for taking their seed.

The three aliens complete the breeding ritual, and Kriz never lets go, pulling me tight against his body, his bulk so warm against me, his arms tight and secure, his still hard cock plugging me full.

Orr and Ra’al are panting, and they lie down on the ground next to me, running their hands over my body. Ra’al kisses me, softly, deeply, staring into my eyes, and I smile up at him. In this moment, I feel so protected, so owned, so safe…

But there’s something missing. The talk of war infected me. No matter how strong they feel when they’re with me…

They’re going to leave.

Orr runs his hands over my sweaty body, looking down at me possessively. “You are not yet with our seed.” He intones the words with regret.

It takes me a minute to be able to respond. “How do you know?”

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