Page 91 of Bonded Queen: to the Alien Warlord Triad

I swallow.

“And my future?”

Ra’al runs his hand over my cheek, gentle yet possessive, as if I am made of porcelain he’s scared to break.

He steps back. “Strip.”

I swallow and give him my crown, then pull off my sweatshirt, then my sweatpants. The three men are staring at me, their lust building, but they control their Mating Rage…for now. Their cocks are bulging up against their black robes, but they hold back.

Ra’al puts the crown back on my head, so I am nude except for the crown and the collar around my neck.

“You are my perfect Queen,” says Ra’al, staring me up and down, his gaze hungry. Heat floods between my legs, my nipples hardening, and I feel so empty without their touch.

Tingles pulse in my pussy as he pulls a long, thin silver chain from his robe. It’s got a circular clasp around the end, which he puts around his left wrist, underneath his smartwatch. “What is that?” I shiver in anticipation.

“I knew you would come back to us.”

He steps forward and brings the chain up to my neck. He holds it there, and my heart pounds, faster and faster. He gently runs his left hand against my naked stomach, running it down to my hip bones, making frissons rush up and down my spine, then up, until he grazes my hard, sensitive nipples one by one.

I keep my hands behind my back, my chest out, hiding nothing. I have no urge to cover myself with my hands, not anymore. “Leash me, Ra’al,” I say, and he growls, clipping the chain through the ring in my collar.

He steps back, admiring me, Orr and Kriz licking their lips as they stare at me naked and leashed.

Ra’al twists the chain around his wrists, shortening it. It goes taut, and I’m forced forward, moaning as he pulls me to his body. Then he lifts me, throwing me over his shoulder, and walks to his throne.

I imagine being leashed, kneeling in front of his huge cock, watching his pre-cum drip down the throbbing shaft as I run my tongue over his full balls, serving the alien king as he looks down at me imperiously…

Instead, he sits me down on the throne and walks behind it, wrapping my chain around the seat, then under my breasts and around the throne again, so that I am tightly bound to it.

Kriz and Orr stand in front of me. Orr licks his lips, and the two of them undo their robes, letting them fall to the ground. They stand, muscled perfection, Orr beefy and powerful, Kriz lean and chiseled, their marble-hued bodies gleaming in the light. Ra’al brings his hands to my breasts, squeezing, then toying with my nipples. The chain drags against my nipple as he brings his hand down, such an erotic sight. The Bond has not yet thrummed, but it’s already so intense, and I feel like I am in heat for the three alphas, so desperate for them to claim me.

Orr charges forward, kneeling in front of me, and stares up, grabbing my thighs and opening me. My pussy is glistening with my need.

The huge, beastly Aurelian presses my thighs open roughly and laps, with no technique, just a hungry mouth and tongue desperate to taste my arousal. Ra’al puts his hand under my chin, forcing my face up to meet his kiss, but I can barely return it, moaning as Orr’s tongue drives me wild. Kriz kisses the left side of my neck, then his lips trail down to my nipple, sucking and nibbling almost painfully hard, and my orgasm wells up. Kriz slides his tongue back up my breast and to my neck, hungry for my body, wanting every part of me.

I’m so close, but as if he can feel that I’m on the verge through my aura, Orr gains control of his tongue, slowing down, keeping me right on the torturous edge, so that I’m desperate for relief…

When Ra’al pushes an image into my mind through the bond.

It’s me. I’ve changed.

I’m wearing a black dress, but it’s pushed out by my belly, swollen as I sit back in the throne on a cushion. I can’t stop staring at my own breasts. They’ve grown, three, four times their size, huge, heavy hanging tits showing the world I have been seeded by the alphas. My nipples protrude against the dress, and I run my hands over my pregnant belly, smiling to myself as the babe kicks.

The three men stand, brutal guardians in a half-circle behind the throne, Ra’al towering over me, Kriz at his right, Orr at his left, their black crowns gleaming as Aurelians and humans line up in front of the throne to await our judgment.

Around my neck, the silver collar has been changed for a gold one, with a black, metallic chain that goes to Ra’al’s wrist where he wears a golden clasp. It’s my swollen belly that is the true symbol of their ownership.

I flash back to reality, pushed over the edge, my hips bucking upwards. Orr reaches his hands under my ass, pulling me tight against his tongue as he finds my clit, flicking his tongue up and down as I buck like a wild horse, my back arching, my hard nipples out, and Ra’al and Kriz take them in their hands, pinching hard as I’m sent over the edge, knowing exactly what I need. “Yes, yes, I want it, I want it,” I beg, staring up into Ra’al’s molten silver eyes as ecstasy overwhelms my being.

Orr’s tongue slows as my orgasm subsides, my legs twitching in the afterglow, when Ra’al fists my hair, grabbing it tight, and stares into my eyes. His own eyes are like molten silver. I remember when they were a cold slate grey. I did it to him. The mark of how I changed him is on him, forever.

“You want it? Or you need it? I need it, Rachel. I need to make you heavy with my son.” His eyes are wide, and his aura thrums with a need that is not only lust. It’s something deeper, this purpose that has been growing in him, century after century. Only I can complete him.

My breath catches. Orr pulls away from my slit, his beard wet. I look down at him. He’s on his knees in front of me, all powerful, broad shoulders and hard, beefy lines, his buzzed hair slowly growing out. I imagine him in a month, a year, ten, as he gets his shoulder-length black curls like the man in my vision.

I can’t have those men. Those men were before Abascus and the Tomb. They were before they were branded, before they pledged allegiance to a War-God, before they fought against their own kind.

What I have is better. They’ve changed. They’ve grown. Three battle-hardened, powerful rulers who will be formidable fathers.

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