Page 82 of Crown Prince's Mate

As Titus surges ahead and Gallien takes the rear guard, forming a protective ring around me even in the safety of their warship, hands ever-present near the hilts of their blades, I get the strangest sensation. Though I am being carried in a pack of alien warriors, for the first time since I heard the news of Aurelian intrusion near our borders, I feel like I’m the one in charge of my destiny. I’m no longer carried by the winds of fate, by strange prophecies from the depths of Etherion, by my family’s judgment or a vote that forces me. I could have ended this union on Virelia.

I chose this.

We turn the corner to the hallway that leads into their chambers. Titus steps to the side, and I laugh at the sight. Rose petals, scattered on the ground in two lines, mixed with local flowers from my village, splashes of color against the pristine white floor of the warship. His guards open the doors, moving out of the way, and Doman brings me into his room. The cold, inhuman marble of his chambers is lit up by the warm light of hundreds of candles that bask us, and the trail of flowers continues to his bed.

“My, my, are we sappy,” I say, smiling up at Doman as he cradles me in his arms. His thick blond curls frame his gorgeousface, a blue petal of one of the flowers strewn by watching Virelians nestled behind his ear.

Gallien sits down on his bed, leaning back with his hands on the blankets and watching me. “Throughout the histories of your species, even back on Old Earth, one custom remains. Human women love flowers,” he says, slight smile on his lips.

“That we do. Set me down, you big lunk,” I laugh, as Titus closes the door behind us and sits on the third bed. Doman drops me down on the middle bed, and I bounce against the mattress as he mounts the bed, his hands on either side of my head, his golden curls cascading downwards, his bright blue eyes drinking me up. He pauses a moment, just looking down at me, then kisses me softly, lips pressing tenderly against mine. As he breaks the kiss off, my body reacts, helpless against his strength, his sheer size, a shiver rushing down my spine as heat flushes between my legs. Titus and Gallien are on either side of us, leaning in towards me, and even one of the huge alien beasts would be enough to make me feel tiny, this intoxicating mixture of protective possessiveness.

“By your laws, we are not yet wed?” Doman asks, staring down at me.

I reach up, toying with his hair. “The seed must take root, the first sprouts rising. With the forest’s blessing, we can complete the wedding ceremony.”

Something in my words makes him close his eyes, softly, as if my words wound. He opens them, and there’s a flash of regret in those huge, vibrant blue orbs.

“Doman, what is it?”

He raises his hand, the blue-black ring seeming to both reflect and suck in the light of the candles, a contradiction that makes it difficult to focus on it. “As long as I wear this, my seed can never take root. It stops me from Bonding you to me, Adriana.”

I reach up to touch his hand, but he pulls it back, as if he is scared that the ring against my skin could corrupt me. I let my eyes stroll down his body, his broad chest, half uncovered by his battle robes, his flexed, bare bicep with veins that run down the marble length, and to his obscenely tented robe. The pure white of his robes are darkened as his throbbing cock drips endlessly. Even with the ring blunting his Mating Rage, he aches for me. “Hedoesn’t seem to mind the ring…”

Doman leans in, plants a kiss on my lips, then his lips work their way down my neck, making me shiver as his tongue laves down my cleavage. He brings his hands up to my dress, about to rip it open and take me, when I bite my lip. “Careful, my sister made that,” I gasp out, my body on fire. “Let me take it off.”

He shifts his bulk, letting me sit up. I stand, and the three aliens sit on their beds, their eyes fixed on me. One of the candles could fall and light the room on fire, and they wouldn’t notice.

I let my hair down, then slip out of the dress, letting it fall to the ground. Titus growls, his slate-gray eyes widening, and he licks his lips as he traces every inch of my body, exulting in the sight of my naked body inflamed with lust. Doman breathes in, tasting my arousal, and his eyes roll back, the Mating Rage burning in him even with the ring blunting his reactions. My nipples are hard, desperate for their touch, my pussy slick with aching need, but the sight of those three enormous cocks tenting their robes makes me nervous.

“Doman, you’re too big,” I gasp out.

“I’ll go slow,” he growls, his eyes focusing. He clenches the bedsheet tightly, and I imagine those hands gripping my flesh, squeezing and leaving marks.

I bite my lip, so empty, needing them. “Let me be on top. I need to be in control.”

Doman gives me a little nod, licking his lips.

The three of them undo their belts, placing the hilts of their blades on the ground, and as one, they pull off their robes. Doman leans back, his head against a thick pillow, his blue eyes focused intently on me as I stand, nervousness pulsing through my body. His cock stands straight up, this huge, thick, curved marble rod that pulses with every beat of his heart, the head of it darkening as blood fills it to the limit. Aurelian pre-cum drips from the slit of his cockhead, dripping down the shaft, coating his cock in the seed designed to let the brutal species stretch and ruin their human conquests, to force their massive manhoods in tight little human holes.

I get the sudden, insistent urge to get on my hands and knees, to turn and arch my ass up for the triad, to let them use me, and it makes my cheeks flush red as I walk to Doman, pulling myself onto the bed. I’m panting as I squat over his huge alien cock, biting my lip in anticipation and fear. My legs are shaking, and I place my hands on his abs for balance as his two battle-brothers stare at me like they are starving, their cocks getting harder by the second.

The moan that escapes my lips sounds like someone else as my pussy lips graze his warm, rock-hard cock, and I tease myself with it, grinding forward and back, feeling the huge head pressing against my soaking wetness, his body reacting to mine. He groans, deep and hungry, as his cock spurts more pre-cum, coating my cunt, making my pussy tingle. I swear there is something in his seed that makes me more sensitive, the sensation of sliding my slit against his cock driving me wild with lightning, teasing pleasure.

I gasp as I look down at Doman, his body taut, his muscles flexed, his bright blue eyes intent on my slit, and I know that if I tease the alpha a second longer, he’s going to lose control, grab me, and impale me, pulling me down on his throbbing manhood and ruining me.

I press myself down, biting my lip, and my eyes go wide as the huge head of his cock presses into me, stretching me open, and I pant, trying to adjust to the feeling, my wetness easing it in, this tight, intense pleasure flowing over me.

“You’re so fuckingtight,” growls Doman, as I gasp, moving up and down, trying to take more of him into me, stretched to the absolute limit, my legs trembling. Deeper and deeper he slides into me, this dark, endless pleasure of being filled for the first time in my life, truly filled, my body forced to accommodate him, makes me throw my head back. He reaches up, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, as I impale myself on his pulsing manhood, driven wild. Titus and Gallien stand, and they grab my shaking legs, their hands cupping under my thighs.

“Careful,” I gasp, as they gently lift my legs until my feet rest on Doman’s tree-trunk-thick thighs, the head of his cock in me. I’m still in control, barely, as Doman wraps his hands around my back, his fingers gripping into my soft skin, and I grind forward and back, slowly getting accustomed to the feeling of his thickness inside me. Gallien runs his hands through my hair, turning my head to him, and kisses me as I find the rhythm, arching my ass up and sliding it down against Doman’s cock, taking more of him with each movement, as Titus leans in, his hot, wet tongue sliding over my neck, until he takes my breasts in my mouth, sucking on my nipple as Doman grips my ass, squeezing tight and spreading my cheeks. I can’t tell him to stop as Gallien slides his tongue in my mouth, even as Doman presses me down, sliding me up and down, making me take more and more of his dick, too intense to handle, my mind whirling as the three aliens press in around me, their scent in my nostrils.

I pull away from Gallien’s kiss, pushing Titus back, because all three of them are too much for me to handle, and I moan as I ride Doman like a wild horse, my breasts bouncing, hair flying, sating myself on him, moving by instinct. It’s unlikeanything I’ve ever experienced, this primal yearning for him, this knowledge deep in my body that we are meant to be, and my orgasm rushes up in a wave.

“Doman,” I gasp, as I cum on his alien cock, and he presses his hips upwards, meeting me, growling as he can’t hold back, his cock jerking and pumping inside me as he seeds me, wave after wave of his cum filling me. I ride him until every last drop is inside me, my pussy clenching uncontrollably in my orgasm, milking the alpha of every drop of his seed.

I collapse on him, his still half-hard cock keeping me plugged full of his Aurelian seed, and he wraps his huge arms around me, but despite the utter satisfaction of the most intense orgasm of my life, there’s still a tingle of need deep inside me, as if it is unfinished, his two battle-brothers driven wild by the performance.

Titus sits back on his bed, his black curls the opposite of Doman, his intense, hard gray eyes making him look like a wild barbarian. All he wants to do is grab my hips, flip me over and rut me like a beast, but he restrains himself, his huge biceps bulging to the limit as he leans back in bed, watching me like a hawk.

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