Page 44 of Broken Triad

There’s safety in the lust. If I lose my mind to need, I don’t have to think of anything at all.

I undo his belt, and it falls to the ground with the hilt of his Orb-Blade, his toga opening. His cock rears up, thick and veiny. I don’t have to get on my knees, he’s so tall, just squatting in front of him and kissing the tip of his cock. It spurts Aurelian pre-cum. It tastes salty and warm, and there’s something about it that makes meneedmore, makes me need to have my mouth filled with his seed.

He clenches his fist, his forearm flexed. “We must return to our post,” he rasps, but as he says it, Bolden and Khra step in closer like they are in a trance, their cocks surging up against their togas, the Mating Rage filling their bodies. I ignite it in them. They may lose their ache for me one day, but for now, I have power over them, and I’ll keep them intertwined with me, for as long as it takes for me to get what I need from them.

They’re risking their lives to try and help me. I won’t let myself be naïve. I know the brutal alien species, and that if they lust for me, one day, they will lust for another, but for now, they are under my spell. His balls are musky and sweaty from fighting all day, but they smell so right, filling me with this primal urge to serve him.

I look up at him, at his huge cock rearing up above me, thicker than my wrist. “I’m your toy, Krazak,” I whisper, my voice filled with heat. He groans in need. “Use me,” I say, and extend my tongue, flicking it up and down at the tip of his cock, teasing him, driving him wild.

Krazak fists my hair, rough, and forces his cock into my mouth. I open my lips wide, choking on his huge dick, as his cock throbs and spurts Aurelian pre-cum into my mouth. It soothes me, it drives me wild, it makes me crave so much more, and he makes me deep throat him, slowly sliding his cock deeper and deeper down my throat. It would be painful if it wasn’t for the Aurelian pre-cum molding my throat to his body, and it’s obscenely pleasurable feeling his huge dick filling me so that I cannot even breathe.

Deeper and deeper he forces his cock down my throat, until his huge, full balls are rested against my chin. My eyes water as I reach up, massaging them, serving him. He pulls back, strands of saliva and pre-cum between my lips and his cockhead as I gasp for air. He waits, letting me breathe, but I lean forward, taking his cock hungrily in my mouth again. Khra and Bolden undo their robes, on each side of me, and I reach up, gripping their cocks and stroking, turning the three alien men into nothing more than rutting animals in their need for me.

I cannot be their Mate.

But I can be their obsession.

My thoughts melt as Krazak loses control. He grips my hair painfully hard and thrusts his cock into my throat as he pulls me towards him, making me take every inch in long thrusts as he fucks my mouth like it’s my pussy. I can feel him bulging in my throat, hear his huge balls slap against me, and I ache for his seed more than I want air, desperate to sate him. I’m nearly passing out when he roars, his battle cry echoing in the cave as he unleashes his seed directly into my stomach, his cock pumping. Finally, he pulls out, and I gasp for air as Bolden grabs me, forcing me on my hands and knees on the hard ground.

Bolden squats, so that his thick tree-trunk legs are on either side of me, his too-thick cock pressed against my sopping wet slit as he pulls my dress up, exposing my ass to him.

I arch my ass up, and he groans as he thrusts forward, his dick spitting pre-cum into my slit and he stretches me open. Fuck, but he’s so thick. I can hear the sounds coming out of my mouth as he presses his dick deeper and deeper into me, but it sounds like someone else, uncontrollable moans escaping my lips. Bolden hits a spot inside me he’s never hit before, his cock deeper than ever, as if my body is molding and forming to take him deeper, and my legs start to shake as he pulls out then slams his cock into me. I lose control of myself. My body is shaking and trembling as he grabs my ass cheeks, spreading them open and thrusts all the way inside, then grinds his dick in short, hard thrusts, in and out, right against the spot that drives me wild.

My orgasm wells up, so powerful I’m terrified, my body losing control, and I feel like I might wet myself as I scream in ecstasy. My pussy contracts and squeezes in my orgasm, milking his cock as he roars and seeds me. He keeps his dick fully inside me as it pumps every last drop of his alien seed into my womb.

My body is a trembling, shaking mess as Khra lifts me up, pulls me into the tent, and pulls me into the sleeping bag with him. Bolden’s cum hasn’t even leaked out of me as Khra enters me, wrapping his arms around me, so that my head is pressed into his sweaty chest, so that nothing but the two of us exists.

He kisses the top of my head, tenderly, but tender is not what I want. I can’t have tender. I can’t have soft and slow, where my thoughts can torture me. I can’t imagine that there’s anything connecting us but lust.

I bite the flesh of his shoulder near his neck, my teeth sinking in as I rake my nails down his back, digging into his skin, just like the whips that scarred him. I leave my mark as he growls, losing all tenderness, squeezing me so tight against him that the necklace presses against me as his sweaty body takes control of mine. He slams me with hard, brutal thrusts, jackhammering me into the ground, no longer kissing me, pulling me so tight against his might that he consumes me as I am lost to his beastly power.

I’m way too sensitive, way too overwhelmed, but another orgasm is welling up in me, and I cum hard again, my pussy tensing and contracting, milking his cock as I crave his seed, as if the only purpose of my pleasure is to send him over the edge. He’s deeper than ever before, my body being molded to the aliens by their pre-cum and their seed, so deep he feels like he’s in my stomach.

“Lola!” he yells as he unleashes inside of me, and my scream of pleasure mixes with his deep, booming voice as he finds his release.

We lie there, for long minutes, our bodies intertwined, when he reaches over to the burlap sack. An orange tumbles out. “You haven’t eaten. Did we bring you the wrong food?”

“No, I just forgot.”

He wriggles his way out of the sleeping bag, and takes the orange in his hand, peeling it slowly, his movements certain. He reaches out with a slice. I try to turn my head away. Food is the last thing I’m thinking of.

“Please, you have to eat.”

I look up at him. I want to cry. I want to cry, because where last night was perfection, where taking the three men in the pool under the moonlight felt like the beginning of something, tonight felt like a debasement, not of myself, but of them.

I have power over them, and I turned them into brutes. They wanted to leave. They wanted to get back to their patrol, and wake up, and try to find my father again. I made the Mating Rage well up in them, until they could think of nothing but taking me.

“Okay,” I say, and he gently presses the orange slice past my lips. I chew, the sweet, delicious flavor filing my mouth, and suddenly I’m hungry. He feeds me the slices one by one. Each bite, I lick his huge fingers, and his cock stirs up again, already hardening.

When the orange is done, he reaches in for a bag of dried meat, something substantial. “You have to go,” I say, not wanting them to be discovered. They’re taking a great risk, to visit me, and the image of their heads in the sand, rolling, their eyes looking at me one last time, is my greatest torment.

“I can stay.”

“You could be caught.”

He doesn’t answer for long moments. “The other two can go.”

“If you’re caught, you’re dead. Then I’m alone, Khra. Then no one will care about finding my dad, and I’ll have no one in this world. You three…you’re the only people who…” I let tears well up in my eyes. I can’t finish the sentence. I can say that they’re theonly three who care,because that would make this feel realer than it is.

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