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I marvel at my hands as I eat. I’m sixty-four years old, and yet they look so slender and youthful. If I had never met these three Aurelians, there’d be a crisscross of wrinkles all over my hands and face. Instead, somehow, my pairing with this triad has given me some kind of extended youth. At the rate I’m aging, I’ll live perhaps longer than twenty generations of humans could – and every day of them with my beloved triad at my side.

I hope – because I know that the promise of all that time might soon disappear if we are killed by the beast we seek out. While all the animals – and even the other Aurelians of this world – cower in fear of it, we are going to find the dragon that lays waste to so much of this land.

But what if we fail?

I imagine the flames of that horrific tyrant licking at my legs, covering my body until all that remains of me – and of all my hopes and dreams – is nothing but ash and dust. The vision that the Orb showed me was not certainty, I know that. It was just one possible future.

I shudder, the cold tendrils of fear churning in my stomach.

I look around at the three huge, powerful men. I don’t see a hint of fear in their eyes.

Do they feel fear? Or are they hiding it, just for my sake?

Regardless, I ache for them. If these three gorgeous warriors are going to be taken from me, or I from them, I need to experience them just one last time. I need to embrace the complete surrender of lovemaking with these God-like men.

I remember back to the first time – when Stryker put me over his lap and turned my bottom red for endangering his triad and nearly getting them all killed.

I need that – right now. I need to stop thinking. I need to lose myself, to give up all control and simply exist as a woman. It’s an escape, and it’s one that I need more than anything right now.

Seeing Stryker so serious and grim earlier, his face a mask of barely-restrained violence, somehow turns me on more than when he’s at peace.

Iwanthim to explode on me with rage – to work out his feelings of anger on the canvas of my body. I need him to fully and utterlytakeme, and claim me as his.

Visions of fire and bloodshed are suddenly filling my mind, and I need an escape from them. I need to lose myself in Stryker’s strength and power.

I stand in my chair and lean over, to gently kiss Stryker on the cheek. He doesn’t move. I bring my mouth to his ear instead, kissing his earlobe.

“Make me yours,” I murmur in his ear, andthenhe stands, towering over me.

“You are already mine, my sweet,” Stryker growls, his voice nearly cracking with strain. I suddenly realize he is bearing the burden of the battle before it’s even fought – his thoughts concentrating on the bloodshed he knows awaits us all.

“Show me,” I whisper, running my hands across his chiseled abs. Stryker’s cock surges, thick and hard – his body instinctively responding to my submission.

His hands suddenly move with inhuman speed, grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulder. I’m wearing the same skirt I came to the planet with, washed every few days in the stream, and nothing underneath. He pulls my skirt up, exposing my bottom to his triad, and brings his huge palm down hard on my fleshy bottom.

“You aremine, foreternity,” he growls, spanking me again.

The delicious pain is a perfect escape. Nothing else matters but the heat growing on my ass and between my legs. For this moment, thoughts of fire and death are pushed back as life and lust fills my mind instead.

Stryker brings his huge hand down again and again across my ass, and instead of feeling humiliated or ashamed the pain only makes me want him more.

My pussytinglesfor this man, and no matter how badly it hurts I just want more.

“I will defeat the beast foryourhonor, and your belly will swell with my child!”

Stryker’s voice is a roar, as he spanks me again – the crack of flesh on flesh filling the cavern. Tears come to my eyes – not just from the pain of his harsh discipline, but from imagining the beautiful future that hangs so precariously in the balance.

Of having sons for these three men – of having the future I always dreamed of, even before I’d dreamed it. The love and acceptance I thought I’d never have.

All my life I’ve wanted children. All my life I’ve ached to be a mother of my own flesh and blood.

Now we must risk everything for the chance to make that happen.

Stryker eventually pulls me down, so that my legs are wrapped around his broad torso. He kisses me deeply, his passion inflaming me. I feel a presence behind me, and I know it’s Haleon. My other lover plants gentle kisses on the back of my neck, running his hands against my red, hot bottom and soothing me.

With one hand, Stryker reaches down and tugs his loincloth lower. His huge dick surges up, pressing against my wet, desperate slit. Heimpalesme on his cock in one powerful motion, and I gasp as I’m filled completely.

Haleon toys with my bottom, pressing his thick, wet finger against my asshole and past the resistance of my tight ring. Stryker’s mouth is so hungry for mine, kissing me with a passion unmatched by anything I’ve experienced; even with these three.