Page 169 of Crown Prince's Mate

Most Virelians climb with ropes and harnesses, but the bravest lift their brides upward with no protection. Bottles of champagne fizz and pop below, the band breaks into a jaunty tune, and the wardens hidden in the trees shrilly whistle their windpipes. June stands, pulling Cal to the dancefloor against his protestations, and the last thing I see before we’re above the canopy is her winking up at me.

“Light as a leaf,” says Doman as he pulls me higher, jumping from the tree trunk onto a branch, then leaping higher, leaving me breathless. His voice has the growly undercurrent, and Titus is following close behind, not looking at his handholds, his eyes fixed on me. Higher and higher we go, until finally, he sets me down near the zenith of the tree, at the space where two huge branches big enough to fit a troop of wardens intersect.

Here, a wooden structure lies, a structure that precedes our recorded history. Vines wraps around the wood, twisting and turning as they sense our arrival. From the massive trunk, in nooks and crannies, grow another species of tree, the same trees whose silky cotton is used in pleasure dresses. It’s forbidden to harvest here, though it could be sold for a fortune to the Aurelian Empire.

The entrance to the simple wooden hut is completely blocked by vines. He shifts me from over his shoulder to cradle me against his huge, powerful chest, and I wrap my arms around his tree trunk of a neck as he brings me closer. The vines, sensing our arrival, open for us.

I’ve heard of this place, whispers of it, but it’s a secret known only to those who have been wedded here. There’s a certain subtlety to it, knowing glances, but the secrets are never fully revealed.

Inside, I see that the walls are built of the tree itself, branches forming the walls, and vines are knotted together in a soft bed that covers most of the floor.

Doman sets me down, fighting back the Mating Rage, letting me stand before the oval window and look out. The canopy has never look so beautiful, the sun slowly setting, casting its glow over the healthy trees of the forest. He stands at my side, Titus and Gallien behind me, and I shiver as I hear Titus’ heavy, growly breathing behind me. His aura is pulsing with agonizing need, and I know it’s taking every ounce of his restraint not to grab me and press me down against the bed.

Doman brings my hand up, the light catching the diamond of the first ring, but he looks at the muted circle of wood. “My wife. I like that even better than calling you my queen,” he says, and I look up at him, just taking him in, the alien prince who became Emperor through his bravery. He exudes nobility. Even without a crown, you would know he is king.

“That is where our four trees grow,” I say, pointing out to the forest, where I know the grove we planted our seeds is.

He reaches up to my chin, slowly stroking my sensitive skin, and kisses me. His cock is surging up against his robe. He’s imagining his seed growing inside me, and that’s all he aches for, for me to fully surrender to him, and allow the Bond to work its magic.

My heart quickens. “I’m ready,” I say, because here, in the forests of my youth, in my true home, the cradle of the trees gives me strength. The universe is filled with terrors. They weighed on me, put dark threads in my mind, prevented me from fully embracing the future and the thought of bringing a child into this world.

The Bondthrums, a subtle note, a pang of need that magnifies my desire for the triad. Doman’s huge hands slide down to my legs, and he slowly pulls my dress up, both of us enjoying the build-up. I moan as he toys with me, running thick fingers up my inner thighs, grazing my wetness, then bringing his finger to his mouth and tasting my arousal. His eyes roll back, and he lifts me, throwing me down against the bed.

The vines accept me, pressing down, cushioning me. Before I can tell him not to, he’s ripped the dress from me. June will never let me hear the end of it, but all thoughts of embarrassment disappear as the alien king presses his mouth between my legs, lapping furiously, his nostrils flaring as he breathes in desperately, taking in the scent of my pure arousal. It drives him wilder with every lave of his tongue that sends pure, torturous pleasure through me, because I feel so empty, aching for him to claim me.

Titus and Gallien open their robes as one, their movements mirrored, and I look from one to the other as I paw desperately at Doman’s golden mane, gripping his thick hair as his tongue forms a point and laps at my clit. Gallien’s and Titus’ cocks are dripping, thick strands of pearly pre-cum falling to the floor, and I take in every inch of their muscled perfection, Titus’ slabs of beefy muscle covered by his curly black hair, Gallien’s nearly hairless body, lean and chiseled like a swimmer. The Bond has enhanced my senses, and they are so crystal clear, the room fading away as only the three Aurelians exist to me. The bedgently strokes me, the vines vibrating ever so slightly behind me, tiny hairs on them stroking me like a thousand gentle fingers.

Doman stands, throwing his robe off with a growl, and my legs open instinctively for the beast as he slaps his huge, throbbing cock against me. It goes up to my belly button, his huge balls resting on my wet slit, and he rolls his hips back until the massive cockhead is pressed against my sopping wetness. He’s too fucking big. Every time he fucks me, I can’t imagine how he fits that weapon inside me, and the pressure of him stretching me is the most agonizing pain and pleasure mixed together.

His hands grip my thighs, pressing me open even more, and Titus walks behind me, grabbing my hair tight and pulling my head back. The vines cradle my neck as he lets his thick, curved cock drop against my lips. I taste the first strands of his pre-cum, the salty, warmth designed to make me crave so much more. Doman snarls as he presses forward, and I’m a bitch in heat for my three men, utterly shameless, lost in the ecstasy of surrender as Titus works his cock into my mouth and Doman stretches me open.

Gallien leans over me, his mouth on my right nipple, laving and sucking. He pulls his lips from me for an instant, to spit on his fingers, then those probing fingers trace their way down my stomach, teasing me before they land on my clit. It’s too intense, the three men claiming me at once, but I can do nothing but whimper and moan, my gasps gagged on Titus’ cock as Gallien drives me insane with tight, slow circles against my clit.

Titus groans as he slides his huge, throbbing cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I can do nothing to resist him, and I don’t want to, his Aurelian pre-cum muting my gag reflex completely and making me crave more and more. His grapefruit-sized balls rest on my head, and each difficult breath I take in, I’m in a world of his heady musk, the intoxicating aroma of his sweat that is him and him alone, distilled testosterone and strength.

I give in totally, letting the three alien giants use me, and the Bond rewards me with anotherthrum,deeper and more insistent, the pain of Doman’s huge dick stretching me past my limits transforming into the darkest pleasure. I wriggle and writhe, but I’m pinned down from their bulks as Doman thrusts, rough and hard, every inch of him slamming into me as his balls slap against my asshole. I’m so fucking close to an orgasm that is going to drive me insane, but Gallien tortures me, slowing his fingers in their endless circle on my clit each time I’m on the very verge of release. He is attuned to me, his aura in mine, and he knows how to keep me right on the edge, so that when I finally succumb, it will drive me wild.

Doman’s thrusts become violent, his aura melting me, his being a volcano of brute, primal need to breed me. His grip on my thighs tightens, so hard I know his handprints will be red against my flesh, and Gallien bites my nipple, my moans gagged as Titus fucks my throat like he owns it. My pussy clenches, my body desperate to milk the alpha, but the Bond lays in wait, not thrumming again, as if it’s waiting for a signal...

Then Doman presses an image into my mind.

It’s me.

I’m laying in a huge, soft bed, next to a bowl of honeyfruit, clad in nothing but a silver necklace that nestles between my breasts. My tits are three, four times their original size, hanging obscenely, dripping milk. My belly is swollen beyond belief with his Aurelian son, and I’ve been transformed into a breeding sow for the three men, a vessel for their seed.

The imagine crystalizes, and I have a choice—to fight it, to push it from my mind, or to surrender completely to my destiny.

I let it enter my consciousness, will it to the exist, and the Bond roars into life.

This time it’s not an endless pit of dark ecstasy for me to fall into.

It’s a rushing geyser of sensation, lust and completeness, aching need that unites our four auras into one. I can hear the wet slapping sounds of Doman and Titus driving themselves into me, Gallien sucking noisily at my tit, and though I can barely breathe, I don’t need air.

The only thing I need is every drop of my triad’s seed deep into my womb.

I can sense their raging auras. All three of them are on the absolute edge. Doman roars, a battle cry that sends flocks of birds into the air, wings beating, a roar heard through the forest as he unleashes. Hot jets of cum shoot into me, my pussy clenching as I cum in unison with the alpha, milking him of every drop as he completes me.

Titus pulls himself from my mouth, and I moan in passion after gasping for air, like I am a wild animal. The instant Doman is finished, pulling himself from me, Titus manhandles me, turning me and grabbing my ass, so I am on my back before him. His thick cock unleashes, a huge jet of his seed shooting onto my stomach, and he roars as he presses his cumming, throbbing cock deep into me in a single thrust, already unleashing, the pressure intense as his load mixes with Doman’s. Gallien is stroking his cock, staring into my eyes, on edge, and the instant Titus pulls out, he takes his place, thrusting into me and unleashing in the same movement.

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