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I struggle to even find the right word.

Performance.

That’s a euphemism for being ravished by three huge, hulking beasts in front of a baying, jeering crowd of Toads and Bullfrogs.

But what choice do we have?

“We have to do this – or Tessa dies, or worse.”

I can only picture my new friend, terrified as she’s trapped in the clutches of that sadistic Toad Lord.To flee would be to commit her to a fate worse than death

Quint is silent, watching me coldly. His mind is clearly working through the situation.

Marcel shakes his head slowly.

“Jamie, that is one line we cannot cross. It’s not the Aurelian Law Enforcement Kill List that I fear. If we do this – we can never come back from it ourselves.”

I meet his huge, grey eyes. I imagine the chiseled perfection barely concealed beneath his flowing toga. The fabric already reveals a swathe of his broad chest and the powerful muscles of his immense shoulders.

Marcel’s jaw is clenched like steel, his teeth set in a grimace.

The leader of the Aurelians makes me feel so small compared to his immense bulk – so helpless and vulnerable. There is a part of me that wants this feeling – that wants this fate. If I give myself to the Aurelians, it will allow some small part of me to take control – to choose my fate, instead of merely accept it.

Not to mention, the pleasure dress hasn’t stopped shimmering and squirming against my body. I can’t help but focus on the feeling of the tiny little tongues lapping against every inch of my bare skin, and as I tremble at the sensation, my mind is filled with the imagine the three Aurelians standing before me – totally naked.

I visualize Marcel’s thick, flaccid cock dangling between his powerful thighs – and his balls aching, and full of seed that he’s desperate to unleash inside me.

Marcel’s nose twitches.

Shit!

He can actuallysmellmy growing arousal.

But maybe this could work to my advantage.

“I want it,” I murmur to him, the words electric as they leave my lips.

If I’m going to save Tessa’s life, I need to surrender myself to Oblog’s despicable demand. But, similarly, I need the Aurelians to surrender, too – to throw away their pride and fuck me in front of the entire ship.

Ineedthem to believe the lie that I ache for this twisted fate – because, with every moment that I spend with them, that lie becomes ever more true.

I can’t help but imagine how I’ll feel when those huge, thick, throbbing cocks split me open – pressing deep inside of me. I was told once that Aurelians drool pre-cum constantly when aroused – an evolutionary quirk designed for one purpose, and one purpose only…

…to allow them to thrust their huge cocks into tiny, little human females.

“I want it, Marcel,” I murmur, and then turn my eyes to his battle brothers. “Lucius, Quint – you need to do this. You need to lose control. Claim me. Make me yours!”

I walk up to the leader of the triad, barefoot and trembling. Slowly, I approach him, and my words are dripping like hot, sweet honey.

A moment later, I stand before him – Marcel looming over me like a giant. I reach up and run my hand across the pure, white linen of his toga; before reaching through the folds to feel his broad, smooth chest.

A tingle of desire shudders through me.

Marcel towers over me. When I’m with him, the crowd will disappear. There’ll be nothing but the three Aurelians – andme. The entire universe will cease to exist.

A low growl escapes Marcel’s throat. I glance down and see the outline of his cock surging upright beneath the linen of the toga. I take a step back.

“W-wait for tonight,” I breath softly, trying to sound seductive.