Those fiery eyes of Orr burn only for me. I run my hand against his head, then take Kriz’s hand, letting my eyes glance up and down his hard, chiseled body, enjoying the way his Adonis belt makes my eyes draw down to his rock-hard cock, and when I can pull my gaze from his dripping manhood and stare up at his handsome face, his eyes are brighter and bluer then I’ve ever seen them.
Then I stare up at Ra’al. “I need it. I need it,” I whisper, and his aura is a supernova, burning up with the Mating Rage.
The Bond was dormant since I escaped the planet. I’d almost forgotten the way it made me feel.
Now itthrumsin my mind, more powerful than I’ve ever felt it, and I need Ra’al inside me more than I need air. I moan, writhing on the seat of the throne uncomfortably, and Ra’al strides around the throne, Orr moving aside for his leader. Ra’al lifts me. I gasp as I’m manhandled, and he sits, his cock throbbing hard and standing straight up. He positions me on top of him, my knees on his thighs, his cock spurting Aurelian pre-cum against my belly as I sit on him.
I grab his cock at the base, not even able to wrap my hand around it, and lift my body up, positioning myself on the spurting head.
Ra’al muscled body tenses. He’s even bigger than when I first met him. The Bond changed us both, and he’s grown, his huge muscles bulging, his chest widening, and I wonder if even his bones have been molded and shaped by the Bond, just as my body will be changed when he impregnates me. His hands are on the armrests of the throne, gripping them so tight I’m surprised they don’t snap off. I look up at the black crown on his head, the royal, molten metal of his eyes, his strong jaw, and I ache for him to take control, when I get it.
He wants me to do it. He wants me to give myself to him, fully. He knew I was distant before I escaped.
He wants to know I’ll never leave him again.
I groan as I press down slowly on his hard rod. Fuck. He’s gotten bigger, and it hurts as he stretches me open. His dick spurts Aurelian pre-cum, and it soothes me a little, but I struggle to take him. The two others of my triad are behind me. I can feel my inner pussy lips gripping Ra’al’s dick as I moan and force the head into me, and I know that the other two of the triad can watch me stretched to the absolute limit, my body milking the alpha of his seed as I grind my body up and down, trying to get accustomed to his size.
Thrum, Bond, thrum!
It’s dormant. I’m panting, half drowning in deep, overwhelming pleasure, being half stretched open painfully by the huge beast. Ra’al takes a huge breath and lets it out, his aura a fireball, fighting to ride the Mating Rage. I get an image of him grabbing me by the hips and impaling me on his dick, pressing me down so hard I’m ruined, screaming as the three men ravage me.
Instead, he brings his huge, calloused hand up, cupping the soft skin of my face. My legs are on his thick, muscled thighs, the head of his cock pulsing inside me. It never used to be so hard to take him, but despite the pain, Ineedthis. I moan in discomfort and intense, stretching pleasure as I put my hands on his chest, grabbing his thick chest hair, and impale myself. The Bond finallythrumsin my mind, but it does nothing to turn pain into pleasure like it normally does, instead just magnifying my intense cravings to have him inside me.
I was already desperate for him.
Now I’m in heat.
I can’t stop. I slide my body up, then down, deeper and deeper, taking him inside me, wetting his cock with his pre-cum and my own arousal.
Ra’al kisses me. The powerful alien king kisses me possessively, his tongue sliding slowly into my mouth, when his cock spurts again, and I can’t stop myself, I slide lower and lower down on his body until he’s entirely inside me, his tongue invading my mouth as his manhood invades my body, and I start to cum, unable to stop it, waves of pleasure rippling through my body as my pussy contracts on him, milking the alpha. I grab onto Ra’al’s chest hair for balance, hard, and he growls at me as he kisses me, feeling my ecstasy.
The chain dangles and bounces, clinking against the armrest. Fuck, but it’s hot to see myself leashed to the man.
Kriz and Orr have moved in closer. I’m in a protective ring of the three of them. The two Aurelians grope me from behind as I cum, running their hands over my body, groping my breasts, pinching my nipples as I ride Ra’al faster and faster, grinding my body up and down, aching for his release. Orr’s hand comes down, finding my clit instantly, and he rubs his fingers in tiny circles. I grab his hand, trying to pull it away, because it feels too good, but he’s way too strong, and another, even stronger orgasm rips through me. I throw back my head, gasping, my moans filling the throne room as the three alphas take everything I am for their own use.
Kriz and Orr grab my hips. I gasp as they force my legs up and out, so that I’m almost doing the splits with Ra’al still inside me, one leg draped over each side of the throne’s armrest. They lift me in unison, and right as only the head of Ra’al’s cock is in me, his dick throbbing so hard it must be painful, Kriz and Orrslamme down. I scream in intense pleasure as I’m stretched to the limit, unable to escape their hard grips as they lift me and slam me back down, over and over, forcing a third orgasm out of me that makes me lose sight of everything.
Ra’al roars. Kriz and Orr slam me down one last time, then press me against him, holding me down firmly as Ra’al’s cock pulses. He shoots jets of hot, alien seed into me, and it’s the hottest thing in the world knowing that even if I struggled and fought, Kriz and Orr would hold me down tight against the alpha, that there’s no way for me to avoid what I so desperately crave. My pussy contracts, tighter, pulsing, as if my body is milking the alpha of every drop of his seed, and finally, the Bond fills me with the clearest, most blissful ecstasy, my mind swimming.
When he’s done, he kisses me, and we make out, our tongues swirling together as I sit on his still-hard cock. He softens so slowly inside me, keeping me plugged full of his seed, but Orr can’t wait. He growls, his aura burning up with the Mating Rage, and lifts me. Ra’al moves swiftly aside as I’m flipped, pressed down against throne. Orr pulls me by my legs, so that my ass is resting on the edge of the seat, my legs up, in a way that makes Ra’al’s seed drip down into me. My pussy clenches almost instinctively, holding Ra’al’s seed deep into me, but it’s about to drip out of me until Orr presses the thick head of his cock against my freshly fucked slit, groaning as he pushes into me.
He rams his dick into me in one hard, long thrust, pushing the alpha’s seed deeper and deeper into me, until his huge, grapefruit-sized balls are pressed against my asshole. My eyes are wide, staring into the twin suns of his gaze, and I can’t stop thinking about those two huge, full balls, feeling them press against me, wanting them to unleash.
He holds his cock deep inside me, staring into my eyes. “You are mine,” he growls.
I lick my lips, smiling at him. “Make me yours,” I gasp. “Make me yours forever.”
He rises to the challenge as Kriz and Ra’al stand on either side of me. They grab my thighs and spread me open even more. I stare down at the most obscene, erotic sight of my life, watching Orr slowly pull his thick cock from my stretched pussy, then ram it back in, impossibly deep, my entire body changing as I am prepared for my future with the aliens, the Bond shaping me for his pleasure. The silver chain is from my neck to Ra’al’s wrist that is stretching open my right thigh as Kriz opens my left, and I fight against their hard grips, loving the feeling of being unable to even close my legs an inch as the second of the triad owns me.
He goes wild, lost to the Mating Rage, jackhammering me in hard, powerful thrusts without technique, a rutting, wild beast claiming his Mate.
I scream out his name as he loses control, the wet slaps of our bodies filling the room until he roars, his head thrown back, and seeds me. He pulls out, and Kriz flips me over, so my ass is up in the air, my hands on the seat of the huge throne, built for an Aurelian, so I can fit my whole body on it.
“Ooooh…” I moan as he slowly slides his downward curved dick into me, made to take me in this position. Kriz runs his hand down my spine, then rests his huge hands on my ass cheeks. He slowly fucks me, somehow withstanding the Mating Rage, letting it build and build. He doesn’t like to break. He doesn’t like to be turned into a beast, letting go…
But I’m the only person who can make him.
His right hand leaves my ass, and I tense as he spanks me, hard and possessive, the clap of flesh on flesh filling the room as he drives his dick into me. He spanks me again, harder, and I put my head down, but Ra’al lifts his arm, forcing my head up and my tits out, so there’s nowhere to hide. My breasts bounce as Kriz fucks me harder, driving his cock into me cruelly.