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I gulp dryly, and suddenly my defiance isn’t quite as defiant any more.

“I-I promised I’d do whatever you want, right?” My chest is heaving. ”Have you come to collect? Is that what you want, Aurelian? How do you want it?”

I speak defiantly, but I have to press my thighs together to stop the wetness glistening down my thighs.

“Do you want me on all fours? Like a dog? Or do you want me to get down on my knees for you? I’ll do it – I agreed to, after all.”

I know I’m being dangerously sassy, but I can’t help myself – because some sick, sadistic part of mewantshim to show me who is really in charge here.

And, as if to demonstrate that, the Aurelian’s cock suddenly surges at my words. It throbs, straining against the fabric of his thin, black shorts. I can see the outline of his enormous cock even more clearly than if it was exposed to me – and I sense it’s my tone and defiance that is truly turning him on, not something as tangible as my curves.

I knowhis species craves the pleasure of punishing insolence, and I’m giving him what every Aurelian wants more than anything – a bratty attitude for them to delight in subduing.

Yet, I don’t care. I don’t even know if I’mtryingto provoke him anymore – or if I’m just asserting the fact that I’mnota meek, submissive woman like one of those who rush to join an Aurelian harem – aching to become their property.

In fact, as the Aurelian’s cock surges – practically ready to rip the waistband of his shorts – I actually feel a strange sense of power.

This dominant beast could bend and break me like a toy. He could toss me across the bed and bury that foot-long cock so deep inside of me I squeal. He could do anything he wants to me, and there’s nothing I could do to stop him…

But the Aurelian can only control me physically.

I can make him lose his mind.

But instead of snapping, the Aurelian just smiles – and it’s the first genuine smile I’ve ever seen from a member of his species.

This isn’t the rictus grin of Marcel, as he calmly threatened the Bullfrog and the Toads. This is a real smile – authentic, and raw. It reaches his eyes, and I can see that this Aurelian is so much morehumanthan Marcel. The slate-grey eyes that stare hotly down at me are twinkling with confidence and burning with hunger.

Then, he bites.

I literally jump, but it’s the succulent honey-fruit the warrior sinks his teeth into – the sticky, golden juice dribbling down his chin just like the warm nectar is dribbling down my thighs.

Yet the sight of that plump fruit, and the scent of it, awakens a different hunger inside of me.

Suddenly, my stomach rumbles.

I’m bloody starving.

Running a thick tongue across his lips, the Aurelian murmurs:

“I’d accept any of those suggestions. I’m sure they’d be deliciously pleasurable – forbothof us.”

Then, he takes another huge stride forward – and my mind is flooded with the vision of dropping to my knees in front of him. My fingers twitch as I imagine them hooking the waistband of those tight shorts and pulling them down the warrior’s muscular thighs – releasing the beast that lurks beneath.

My mouth waters as I imagine stretching open my lips for the huge dick – even though I know I’d have to open my mouth painfully wide to be able to accommodate that thick shaft straining against his shorts.

Lowering the fruit from his mouth, the Aurelian’s eyes flash.

“Forget your little promise,” he purrs. “When I take you, it won’t be because I bought it from you. It won’t be because you bargained your body in exchange for the life of your friend. It will because youbegme to take you.”

My jaw drops at the arrogance of this beast.

Marcel is the leader of the triad – but this one drips with cockiness and confidence. He’s clearly used to getting his way with women.

But not me. I’ll not give him that satisfaction.

“I willneverbeg you,” I stammer, my voice catching.

The Aurelian steps forward again, and I stumble backward without thinking. I wish I could have checked myself – stood up to him, instead of cowering in awe of his dominant presence.