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These three are so different. Otho embodies brute strength, Brennan carries the weight of leadership, and Lazar completes the triangle by being the voice of reason, and ambition. It is from him that the sons I bear will build societies, create great philosophy, and uphold justice through the law.

Lazar is the perfect representation of a third type of masculinity; that of wisdom and compassion. The type of man that once took Empires into eras of prosperity.

The Bond takes all of this admiration I have for Lazar, and my awe at his potential, and distills it down; into a burning respect that makes me anxious to prove myself to him; to become too much for him to handle, so he’ll respect my power as I do his own.

Whereas with the other two Aurelians, I ached to be utterlytaken, with Lazar, I want to show him that I can take what I want as well. The woman he aches for most in all the universe aches equally for him – and wants to satisfy his every need.

I throw my hips back against him hard; relishing in the feeling of his long, powerful dick fully filling me.

“You’re so big,” I whimper out, feeling the surge of pride Lazar feels through our newly established Bond. Helikeswhen I compliment him. His aura in my mind is all-encompassing desire, and I feel powerful by reflecting that desire back at him; in a way he’s clearly never experienced before.

I cansensehis thoughts. I’m privy to what few women ever are. I know exactly what it feels like for a man like Lazar to find the woman of his dreams; and to have her wrapped around his cock. It’s the culmination of an endless evolutionary purpose; and the greatest feeling known to man. It burns like lightning inside of me, and I want to enhance and amplify this feeling in my mind.

“You make me feelso fucking good,” I gasp, as our bodies slam together in perfect rhythm. I‘m aching to feel this last Aurelian release himself inside of me. I want to feel the contentment of having all three of them seed me, and make me theirs.

I stare into Lazar’s pure, green eyes. His mouth is open slightly as he gasps for air, panting in the ecstasy of our mating.

“Ineedyour cum, Lazar. Ineedit!”

I plead desperately for him to fill me, and Lazar’s aura floods my mind instead; filling it completely. The green freshness of it plants roots in all my vacant spaces; in all the deepest recesses where I’d hidden all my insecurities and fears for the longest time; about my looks, and my body, and my sheltered upbringing.

Lazar’s mind erases all of those fears, and I feel reborn as I slam my hips back against him. For the first time in my life, I feel completely flawless – like the Goddess he views me as – and the moment I do, it’s as if I trigger his climax.

Lazar’s cock stiffens deep inside of me. My body is already overwhelmed with sensation, but the Bond thrums once again as Lazar’s seed fills me. I’m filled with a pure, golden bliss as another orgasm washes over my mind. It’s triggered the moment his hot, alien cum floods me; and my vision blurs and becomes green and hazy – until it instantly crystalizes and everything I see suddenly becomes so clear.

Lazar is spent. With a satisfied groan, he slowly pulls himself from me. I moan in disappointment, my legs shaking and my body trembling. Lazar catches me as I slump forward, gripping me and pulling me up against him.

Trembling, I look up into those gentle, light green eyes – rich and verdant with energetic cleverness.

My mind can’t process all this – what just happened.

So, I turn it off.

As simply as that.

I canfeeltheir sated auras in my mind. These three warriors, who are now part of my psyche, feel sated… and yet, not.

No, they’re not sated – and I know instinctively why. It’s that I am not with their child – they haven’t fathered the first of their Aurelians sons in this act of mating.

The overwhelming sensation of the Bond slowly shrinks within my mind. It’s still there, but for now the urges and dark desires with it wait; barely increasing my natural urge to run my fingers against Lazar’s cock to try to make him hard again.

Lazar lifts me up against him. I can feel the seed of the three warriors dripping out of me. He doesn’t care – their hot cum is as his own.

My body trembles like a leaf as he carries me to one of the sleeping bags, gently pulling us both inside. As I’m wrapped in the warm material, I don’t want to think about anything. Ican’t. I just allow myself to snuggle up against Lazar’s huge, broad chest. His heart pounds deep and strong, my ear pressed against his slab like muscle as I listen to it. My own heart races like that of a rabbit.

As I close my eyes, I just can’t believe what I’ve just done.

“What… What does this mean?”

A chill shivers over me. I gasp out. While I can barely think right now, I canfeelthe significance of what has just transpired. There’s no going back from this – we’reBonded.

I’m not ready to process this decision – or the consequences of it. As if sensing my disease, Lazar shushes me softly, pulling me closer against him and stoking my hair. We’re both covered in sweat, and our bodies stick together; hot skin pressed together and our limbs intertwined.

Lazar holds me close.

“Relax, my sweet,” he whispers softly, and he channels his adoration through my mind, through the Bond we now share – seeping his reassurance into the deep cracks of worry and calming my racing mind.

I can’t think about what this all means – not right now. Instead, I close my eyes. I’ve never felt such exhaustion before, and I settle into it like open arms.