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Story: Sold to the Alien Smugglers
“Cum in me,” I plead, my words garbled by lust. Marcel hears my desire, however, if not my words – and he pulls his head from the crook of my neck, staring at me with his huge, slate-grey eyes.
Except they’re no longer grey – the emotionless grey of granite stone.
Now, suddenly, they shine at me like verdant planets – green, and lush, and abundant. My orgasm intensifies as I lose myself in his gaze – the pleasure unending, sending ripples of pleasure shuddering through me, each jolt of pleasure enhanced by the power of the Bond.
I can feel his aura – and I can feel how my moaning demand ignites something deep and feral inside him.
If the mating frenzy is like a raging bonfire, I just poured ethanol across it – and I’m only getting started.
“Cum inside me,” I demand again, and this time my words inflame his desire into a raging inferno.
Marcel roars, his eyes locked on mine. He thrusts harder and harder, no longer holding back as he slithers his massive dick completely out of me, and then slams it back inside with violent, brutal thrusts. His muscles bulge and flex – already huge, but now growing bigger as if the Bond is physically changing him.
It’s not just my imagination – I can see it! His body is growing taller and more powerful, even as Marcel buries himself inside of me.
I feel so fucking tiny compared to him – so deliciously helpless.
Marcel impales me with his cock one last time, and I scream out as he holds it deep inside me. I feel his steel-hard shaft throb – and then feel the heat of him shooting his cum inside me.
His cockgrowsbigger – stretching me wider and filling me even more completely as he seeds me. Rope after rope of hot, potent cum shoots inside me. My pussy clenches against his hugeness, milking him desperately, and my orgasmrollsinto something more powerful as I accept every scalding spurt.
My mind suddenly goes blank.
The Bond blasts my existence with a wave of black-gold pleasure that’s so deep – so filthy wrong, and yet so instinctively right – that I lose all idea of who or where I am.
My mind is suddenly nothing but a supernova of ecstasy – pulsating and igniting in power with each spurt of cum shot deep inside me.
I gasp for air, my head rolling back. As oxygen floods my lungs, my vision slowly clears. I look up, and find that the colors of this amphitheater are suddenly brighter. I breathe in, and the scent of Marcel remains similar – yet suddenly so vividlydifferentfrom that of his battle-brothers.
I focus on Marcel’s face and stare in wonder. It’s like a veil has been lifted from my eyes – and everything is in full-color for the first time in my life. I drink in the lines of Marcel’s anvil jaw, the endless, light green of his newly-colored eyes, and the bliss he’s broadcasting through our shared consciousness – his feeling of awe and gratitude at finding his Fated Mate.
Suddenly, everything is in focus – and as Marcel empties the last of his seed inside me, the mating frenzy finally subsides from his aura. Still buried inside me, Marcel becomes the man I knew again; panting with exertion.
Heslowlypulls his still half-hard cock from inside me – and my pussy clenches, instinctively trying to keep his seed within. The moment his cock is gone from me, I feel so empty – needing desperately to be filled again.
As I shudder and twitch beneath him, Marcel runs a gentle finger down my cheek, staring into my eyes tenderly. I sense a wave of protectiveness washing over him, as vivid through his aura as my own emotions. He funnels that warmth and affection into my being. I truly see how much he cares about me – more than he even cares about his own life.
His love for me is endless.
Marcel steps back – and Quint and Lucius step forward, as if one single mind controls all three of them.
If one Aurelian made me feel tiny, imagine two of them… Compared to these two towering warriors, I’m nothing. I feel tiny as they loom above me.
Their huge cocks are swollen and throbbing – each of them dripping hungrily for me. Their eyes stare into mine like men who’ve been crawling across a desert, toward the promise of an oasis – not sure if it’s a mirage or not, but willing to risk anything and everything to drink their fill.
To drink ofme.
The Bondthrumsin my mind. I gasp soundlessly, my mouth stretching open in unspoken need.
I suddenly realize that it’s not enough to be seeded by only Marcel. The Bonddemandsthat I submit to each and every member of the warrior triad - Marcel, Lucius,andQuint.
I can feel Marcel in my mind, still – his aura dominant, controlling, and protective. He steps behind me, looking out at the crowd of cheering, jeering Bullfrogs and Toads over my shoulder. He’s in my mind now – and I’ll never be alone again. I’ll be linked to his firm, powerful reassurance for as long as I live.
My rational thoughts struggle to find a voice in my suddenly crowded mind. I stare down at Quint and Lucius’s huge, hungry cocks – bobbing up and down in front of me, swollen with need. The mating frenzy might have subsided in Marcel, but the two other Aurelians are still fervent and feral; aching to claim their mate.
Lucius steps forward first, kissing me deeply, his tongue slipping into my mouth. I can still feel Marcel’s cum dripping down my thighs, and yet I feel so empty and I’m aching for more. Lucius’s hands follow my arms upwards, running across my goose bump-covered skin, before grabbing my wrists. With a harsh breath, heripsthe ropes apart and frees me.
My arms drop uselessly to my sides. My muscles won’t respond to my brain’s orders. I fall forward, but Lucius catches me effortlessly, and reaches forward to undo the ropes around my legs. He maneuvers me as easily as he might a doll – gently supporting me as he lowers me down onto my hands and knees.
Except they’re no longer grey – the emotionless grey of granite stone.
Now, suddenly, they shine at me like verdant planets – green, and lush, and abundant. My orgasm intensifies as I lose myself in his gaze – the pleasure unending, sending ripples of pleasure shuddering through me, each jolt of pleasure enhanced by the power of the Bond.
I can feel his aura – and I can feel how my moaning demand ignites something deep and feral inside him.
If the mating frenzy is like a raging bonfire, I just poured ethanol across it – and I’m only getting started.
“Cum inside me,” I demand again, and this time my words inflame his desire into a raging inferno.
Marcel roars, his eyes locked on mine. He thrusts harder and harder, no longer holding back as he slithers his massive dick completely out of me, and then slams it back inside with violent, brutal thrusts. His muscles bulge and flex – already huge, but now growing bigger as if the Bond is physically changing him.
It’s not just my imagination – I can see it! His body is growing taller and more powerful, even as Marcel buries himself inside of me.
I feel so fucking tiny compared to him – so deliciously helpless.
Marcel impales me with his cock one last time, and I scream out as he holds it deep inside me. I feel his steel-hard shaft throb – and then feel the heat of him shooting his cum inside me.
His cockgrowsbigger – stretching me wider and filling me even more completely as he seeds me. Rope after rope of hot, potent cum shoots inside me. My pussy clenches against his hugeness, milking him desperately, and my orgasmrollsinto something more powerful as I accept every scalding spurt.
My mind suddenly goes blank.
The Bond blasts my existence with a wave of black-gold pleasure that’s so deep – so filthy wrong, and yet so instinctively right – that I lose all idea of who or where I am.
My mind is suddenly nothing but a supernova of ecstasy – pulsating and igniting in power with each spurt of cum shot deep inside me.
I gasp for air, my head rolling back. As oxygen floods my lungs, my vision slowly clears. I look up, and find that the colors of this amphitheater are suddenly brighter. I breathe in, and the scent of Marcel remains similar – yet suddenly so vividlydifferentfrom that of his battle-brothers.
I focus on Marcel’s face and stare in wonder. It’s like a veil has been lifted from my eyes – and everything is in full-color for the first time in my life. I drink in the lines of Marcel’s anvil jaw, the endless, light green of his newly-colored eyes, and the bliss he’s broadcasting through our shared consciousness – his feeling of awe and gratitude at finding his Fated Mate.
Suddenly, everything is in focus – and as Marcel empties the last of his seed inside me, the mating frenzy finally subsides from his aura. Still buried inside me, Marcel becomes the man I knew again; panting with exertion.
Heslowlypulls his still half-hard cock from inside me – and my pussy clenches, instinctively trying to keep his seed within. The moment his cock is gone from me, I feel so empty – needing desperately to be filled again.
As I shudder and twitch beneath him, Marcel runs a gentle finger down my cheek, staring into my eyes tenderly. I sense a wave of protectiveness washing over him, as vivid through his aura as my own emotions. He funnels that warmth and affection into my being. I truly see how much he cares about me – more than he even cares about his own life.
His love for me is endless.
Marcel steps back – and Quint and Lucius step forward, as if one single mind controls all three of them.
If one Aurelian made me feel tiny, imagine two of them… Compared to these two towering warriors, I’m nothing. I feel tiny as they loom above me.
Their huge cocks are swollen and throbbing – each of them dripping hungrily for me. Their eyes stare into mine like men who’ve been crawling across a desert, toward the promise of an oasis – not sure if it’s a mirage or not, but willing to risk anything and everything to drink their fill.
To drink ofme.
The Bondthrumsin my mind. I gasp soundlessly, my mouth stretching open in unspoken need.
I suddenly realize that it’s not enough to be seeded by only Marcel. The Bonddemandsthat I submit to each and every member of the warrior triad - Marcel, Lucius,andQuint.
I can feel Marcel in my mind, still – his aura dominant, controlling, and protective. He steps behind me, looking out at the crowd of cheering, jeering Bullfrogs and Toads over my shoulder. He’s in my mind now – and I’ll never be alone again. I’ll be linked to his firm, powerful reassurance for as long as I live.
My rational thoughts struggle to find a voice in my suddenly crowded mind. I stare down at Quint and Lucius’s huge, hungry cocks – bobbing up and down in front of me, swollen with need. The mating frenzy might have subsided in Marcel, but the two other Aurelians are still fervent and feral; aching to claim their mate.
Lucius steps forward first, kissing me deeply, his tongue slipping into my mouth. I can still feel Marcel’s cum dripping down my thighs, and yet I feel so empty and I’m aching for more. Lucius’s hands follow my arms upwards, running across my goose bump-covered skin, before grabbing my wrists. With a harsh breath, heripsthe ropes apart and frees me.
My arms drop uselessly to my sides. My muscles won’t respond to my brain’s orders. I fall forward, but Lucius catches me effortlessly, and reaches forward to undo the ropes around my legs. He maneuvers me as easily as he might a doll – gently supporting me as he lowers me down onto my hands and knees.
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