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The three alien warriors are outnumbered, surrounded, and helpless to the fate of Tessa and myself – yet, as they stand there, they exude dominance and purity in this dank, dark heat.

They don’t even look like the men I knew – the ones who’d rescued Tessa and treated me with kindness and respect.

They stride out onto the stage with formality – looking regal, despite what they’re here to do.

Yet, I can see the concern in their handsome faces. The square jaws of the three Aurelians are clenched tightly with anger. Their bodies are taught – muscles swollen, and the front of their togas, already tenting out. They are beginning to enter the mating frenzy, and the humanity I so trusted within them is fading from their gaze. The huge, slate-grey eyes of the Aurelians now reflect the lights above, hollow and pale – like huge alien moons.

Soon, there is no humanity left in those eyes – and, most shameful of all, I feel hot surges of electricity spasm in my pussy as my body reacts to their cold, dominant demeanor.

If I’d ever thought I’d understood what goes on in the minds of these three men, it was because I was a fool.

The three Aurelians stride towards me. Already, they’re losing themselves to the mating frenzy. As if reacting to the sight of them, the pleasure dress begins to shimmer more tantalizingly against my skin. I’ve been at the mercy of this squirming, teasing gown for so long now, it’s almost like a friend – and I feel as if the dress is trying to ease me into what I must do, and prepare me for the rough mating that lies ahead.

The final, unexpected emotion I feel is guilt. If it wasn’t for me, these three Aurelians would have cut their way through the hundreds of Toads and Bullfrogs and made their way off the ship. They could have done it, without Tessa or I to nursemaid.

Instead, I’d told them to do this. I’dbeggedthem to do this!

Tessa looks across at me, terrified as Lord Oblog descends from the stage to take his place beside her. As he sinks into his throne, he yanks the leash attached to her neck and yanks her closer to him. I look on, powerless to do anything to help my friend.

To her, we’ve already lost.

Perhaps that’s not true – but, one way or another, there’s no way any of us will emerge from this without having lostsomething.

The Aurelians will lose their pride and honor in this vain attempt to save us.

What will I lose?

The looming shadow of Marcel snaps me from my thoughts as he suddenly steps in front of me. I gasp as I feel myself lifted up by the strange, sentient ropes that bind me to the pole – elevating me higher and higher until my eyes can almost meet his.

Yet, even held this high, I still feel tiny in comparison to the powerful Aurelian. My body trembles beneath his regal gaze. Marcel’s tongue runs across his lips, leaving a glistening trail, and a shiver of pure need runs down my spine as I watch his nostrils flare wide open, and know he’s breathing in the scent of me.

I’m terrified. I want to beg him to be gentle…

I want to plead with him to hold back.

Yet, I know it’s futile. Begging will only coax more desperate, fiery, animalneedfrom him, as Marcel descends fully into the mating frenzy his species is famous for.

The truth is: Nothing I say or do can prevent this. Nothing as simple or rational as his thoughts can stop Marcel once he’s been overtaken by his species’ overriding, natural instinct: To fuck, and breed, and seed.

His hand snatches around my throat, so fast I can barely see the movement. I just suddenly feel the pressure of his fingers around my throat, and feel them tighten as he gulps in a huge, ragged breath – filling his lungs with the scent of me. His hand is so huge he can wrap his fingers right around to the back of my neck, and I shudder as I realize he could end me with one squeeze of that huge hand. Instead, Marcel leans forward, and his lips crush down upon mine.

Marcel devours me like he’s starving – and yet, even then, I sense he’s holding back, just barely. I suddenly realize that this will be the last I see of him as a man. In seconds, the beast will overtake him.

Quint and Lucius stare at us as their leader assaults me with his lips and tongue. Their eyes are fixated on me, and their hands move as if hypnotized as they slowly unwrap their togas – revealing the cut-glass perfection of their marble-white bodies.

The crowd of jiggling, glistening Toads jeer and scream. I try to push the presence of them out of my mind – pretending this is happening anywhere but here. Instead, I focus as my eyes dart back and forth between Marcel’s battle-brothers; drinking in the sight of the two Aurelians’ hard, chiseled torsos. The towering giants have abs carved like a sculpture into their hairless, marble skin. Now they’re naked, the clearly defined perfection of their hewn Adonis belts points like an arrow – down directly toward their…

I gasp.

Marcel’s tongue invades my gaping mouth, and I moan instinctively. My mind is flooded with the sight of those two, huge Aurelian cocks.

They’re too fucking big!

They’re like twin baseball bats, throbbing and swollen, droolingpre-cum in glistening silver strands.

My mouth waters. My nipples harden.