Page 64 of Broken Triad

I hate myself for not being able to stop them.

The three huge alien warriors are still in their black robes, but they are slick to their bodies, drenched in their sweat as they roar with one voice. It echoes through the cave, a wall of sound that slams into me as I am confronted by their agony.

The three men are staring at me. I was used to the way their slate-grey eyes stared like I was the only thing that existed in the world. This is different. Their grey eyes have turned venomous green, brilliant, just like the veins in their biceps that slowly grow bigger, pumping visibly with each pound of their heart as venom courses through them and they are eaten up from the inside.

Khra’s eyes are wide open, but he does not see me. The veins on his forearm twist and throb like they are trying to rip out of his body.

He opens his mouth, but instead of words, there is only a soundless scream of rage. His muscles look like they are about to explode, biceps bulging against his skin, and he rips off his robe as if it’s on fire, standing naked. The other two follow, throwing their sweat-soaked black robes to the ground, Bolden ripping his apart as if there are tissue.

Their cocks are standing painfully erect, harder than I’ve ever seen them before, the veins that run down the huge marble shaft tinted venomous green, growing larger. The long artery on the bottom of their cocks has doubled in size, pumping their members with so much blood it contorts the shafts, forcing them to curve upwards wickedly, and they drip Aurelian pre-cum into three pools on the floor of the cave.

The three men step forward towards me, nostrils flaring, and I’m filled with sorrow for what they are enduring. They stink. The sweat has an acrid, beastly tinge.

The men I love are gone. The agony is so total it erases them.

It’s my fault.

They are going to die the worst death imaginable because they were willing to throw everything away for the slimmest chance of a future with me. They loved me. They loved me so much that they’d chose this torture over the pain of watching me grow old and die while they lived centuries with their memories, and I curse them, curse them for robbing us of the decades we could have had, curse them for sentencing themselves to death, and curse myself even worse for causing this.

I steel myself, stepping towards the triad of beasts. Bolden tries to step closer to me, but the muscles in his legs are flexed so hard he is planted in place. I walk to him and run my hand over his broad chest. He’s sweating, rivers dripping down between his taut abs, and he’s red hot and fiery to the touch as if he is in the deepest fever. His cock head grazes against me, bobbing, and he groans in lust.

His eyes focus, painfully, growing brighter green by the second. “Lola,” he gasps, words contorted, his mouth barely able to create coherent sounds. “We…” he groans in pain, each word a herculean effort. I want to tell him to save his breathe, to lie down and rest, but there is no escape for him. I run my hand gently over his body, that I may comfort him, but it’s useless. “We’re not going to survive. Leave!” He booms out the words, and reaches up, pushing me away, hard, so I stumble back.

I bite my lower lip. I can’t leave them to die alone. I can’t leave the three men in this cave, writhing in agony. Bolden’s eyes roll back, and his cock spurts, a spray of Aurelian pre-cum that wets my clothes. He reaches out, and I don’t know if he’s trying to grab me to him or push me away.

Krazak steps in closer. “The Mating Rage! Leave! Leave before we hurt you!” The leader of the triad roars out the order, and my heart is pounding like a rabbit. I step back in fear as the three men seem to grow, their muscles bulging, their huge bodies making the cave seem small.

Khra falls to the ground, lying on his back, his cock standing straight up. Bolden jerks his head to the right, unable to look at me, and regains control of his legs, striding to the wall of the cave, where he slams his fists against the rock, roaring in agony, then turns, facing me, nostrils flaring as he drinks in my scent and goes wild with lust.

They want me to leave.

They don’t want me to remember them as brutes in their death throes. They want me to remember them how they were—the day we spent on the cruise in the sun, the time in the cave, our conversations, knowing each other as people, not like this.

I owe it to them to give them that.

Their last wish.

To be without me.

I run to the edge of the cave, looking down at the ladder to the pool below…

And I cannot leave.

I turn to the triad. It’s already done. They’ve put the venom in their veins, and they will not survive, but I cannot leave them to spend their last hours in agony.

What I am about to do will ruin me forever. I don’t know if I’ll survive, they have become so beastly, and if I do, my last memory of the triad will be of brutality, not of the powerful protectors I came to love, but if I can give them one shred of comfort, it will be worth it.

I need to lessen their pain.

I pull off my clothes, my hands shaking, as Krazak roars in agony and need. “Leave! We are consumed!” I can barely make out his words, his teeth bared in a snarl, but I know him.

He doesn’t want me to leave.

He’s just scared of hurting me.

The three men are panting with exertion and need as their eyes pierce me, drawn to my naked pussy, unable to tear their eyes away from me as I sit down on the cold stone ground and spread my legs. I reach down, opening my glistening pussy lips, so sensitive to the touch, and look up at Krazak.

Three huge alphas, lost to a Mating Rage so intense it’s driven them mad, and licking their lips, sweat-soaked chests heaving as they pant. “Take me, Krazak, take me one last time,” I moan, letting my own aching need rush up, lust overwhelming the sorrow of the moment as I breathe in their musk, as I watch the rivers of sweat drip down their muscled physiques.

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