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…as long as she was willing to bear a hundred sons for her three Aurelian lovers.

As long as she was willing to become a breeding slave, constantly rutted and driven to bear an ever longer line of the warrior race.

But that’s not the future I had in mind…

Thankfully, I know how unlikely it is that the Bond will cause me to fall pregnant the first time I’m mated. I know it took Queen Jasmine months before the Bond grew strong enough for her to sire children with her three lovers...

…or maybe that’s just what I’m telling myself. Maybe I’m lying to myself again, so I don’t have an excuse to tell Daccia to stop fucking me.

Not that he would – even if I begged. The mating frenzy is fully taking control of him, and his aura is losing all remnants of rationality as Daccia is reduced to a beast. The slaps of flesh on flesh fill the room, and yet he’sstillnot inside me fully.

Daccia's aura is overpowering my mind. His aura is a dominant, powerful presence inside of me, and I canfeelhow much pleasure he’s getting from claiming me as his own. I know that I'm the cause of all this lust, and a twisted form of pride fills me.

But there's also something else. There's something deeper – like I'm finally fulfilling my destiny.

I know I should be writhing, screaming, trying desperately to get away from my Bonded mate...

…but it's too late. I’m linked to him now – part of this warrior forever. There’s no going back. Just like a virgin can never reclaim her innocence once it’s taken from her, I can never remove Daccia from my mind.

My soul.

Ishouldbe thinking of how to escape…

…but right now, I can't think of anything other than the pleasure of being fucked and filled.

I look up, into the mirror, my eyes wide. I gasp as I see Hadrian and Kitos slowly stroking their own massive dicks. Hadrian’s cock is thick, I’m afraid it would stretch me open impossibly wide.

Afraid – but also eager.

Kitos has a huge vein along the impossible length of his cock – one that throbs with the beat of his heart. I ache to take his member in my mouth – to feel it throb and pulse against my tongue.

I’m already being filled by their leader – filled in a way no human woman was designed to be filled – and yet, somehow, I’ll still feel empty until allthreeAurelians are claiming me at the same time.

And they want to. They want mebadly– and the only thing stopping them from taking me right now is their leader, who is already deep inside of me. The moment he's finished, I know the next warrior will take his place.

Gods – I've never felt so desired.

Daccia’s aura pulses in my mind. A flood of images flow through me. I suddenly see myself with my belly swollen by an Aurelian child – my breasts huge and filled with milk for the alien babe.

I know a Bonded pregnancy is different than a regular one. Bonded pregnancy changes you – both mentallyandphysically. Your body changes in the ways it needs to – so that a human female is capable of bearing such huge, powerful sons.

Gods… I mean, I’d always said I wanted a big family – but I never thought I’d get the chance, not as a criminal constantly on the run.

But now, the Bond is drawing up every desire I’ve ever had to eventually become a mother. It’s drawing up those desires, and enhancing them to the point at which being seeded by these alien warriors is all I crave.

I can feel my body submitting to Daccia in ways I didn’t think were possible. I wantsobadly for him to release himself inside of me. Iacheto feel the spurts of his hot cum as he breeds me.

Moans echo through the room. They sound almost as if they’re coming from another person – but I know it’s actually my own twisted voice. It turns me on wildly to know that Daccia has turned me into his whimpering little slut.

I try to press back against his huge dick, but the steel restrains keep me immobile. I can barely move an inch. Dacciafeelsmy eagerness, and my cheeks burn red with shame. I realize he doesn’t just sense the eagerness from my body – but now, also from my mind. Daccia must be able to sense my emotions, just as I can sense his.

He knows that he's turned me into his dirty little whore – and he knows how much I love it.

I canfeelhow deeply Daccia enjoys turning me into his personal toy. It’s his greatest pleasure, broadcast clearly through the Bond – from his mid to mine. His aura mirrors my own, and then becomes more dominant and possessive as I surrender to his rough mating.

Daccia’s cock suddenly hardens even more, if that is even possible. It begins pulsing and throbbing inside of me. Each throb of Daccia’s heartbeat, felt through the thick girth of his dick, sends a new wave of stretching half-pain and half-pleasure throughout my body.

Daccia is ruining me for any other human male. I know I’ll never again be satisfied by anything but the powerful mating of this triad. Dacciafeelsme trying to press back against him. He looks into my mind, and heseeshow deeply I ache for him to justlet go…