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I expect him to drive his cock into me in one brutal thrust. Instead, he laves his tongue down my neck and takes my breast in his mouth, sucking on my nipple, sending teasing pleasure through me.

My pussy is aching for him, tingling, so empty, and I can’t hold back the moan as he rubs his cockhead against my slit.

Then he can’t resist.

Doman drives himself into me, his cock splitting me open in one brutal thrust, the agony of his size mixing with the darkest pleasure.

He’s never been so hard, so big, stretching me as he drives his pulsating dick deeper and deeper into me, when the thing I am most terrified of, the thing I need the most, the only way I can give him a chance to come out of the arena alive against that monster, consumes my mind.

The Bond doesn’t grow. It doesn’t blossom or build in my mind.

It’s a pit.

An endless, black pit, that I’m dropped into.

I stare into Doman’s icy blue eyes as I fall into ecstasy and oblivion, the room disappearing, all of my thoughts melting until it is just me and him, two bodies aching for each other as he presses his huge, throbbing cock deep inside me.

I can smell him, the stink of raw masculinity, distilled testosterone, filling my nostrils with each gasping breath.

His battle-brothers are with him, but they’re so indistinct, huge formless things standing behind him, and Doman is the only thing in the entire universe that feels real.

He lets go of my wrists, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me to him in a rough embrace, the slabs of his slick, sweaty muscles against my body. I can feel each ridge of his abs, each line of his hard body, and he runs his tongue over my cheek, kissing my ear, his breath hot.

Then, I’m pulled out of nothingness by his aura blossoming in my mind.

He ruts me, pounding me, and kisses me deep, his tongue invading my mouth as he invades my being.

His cock splits me open as he fucks me like an animal, the pain exquisite, stretched out so fully, filled to the absolute limit as his cock pulses and spits the Aurelian pre-cum that soothes me, letting me barely handle the monster.

Doman enters my mind, this golden orb of honor and strength, his aura so different than his actions, and I recoil at the love that flows through the Bond.

I feel it. The depths of his pure ache for me, ravenous hunger, and a love so pure it burns.

I struggle to escape him, but his huge bulk pins me down against the bed so easily.

He fucks me, harder and harder, and my orgasm rushes up.

I can’t stop it. I can’t stop the pleasure, the overwhelming sensation that makes my mind go blank.

This was meant to be my torture, my sacrifice, but the dark, overwhelming need pulses through me.

He breaks off the kiss, gasping, taking huge breaths of air as he fucks me mercilessly, and I can’t stop the moans from pouring out of my lips, can’t stop the humiliating sounds of my utter submission from escaping as I gasp and whimper as he forces me to cum on his massive cock.

I bite my lip, trying to fight back the scream, but as I cum, I’m wracked with pulses of ecstasy so intense I can’t think.

It’s overwhelming, but the Bond is lying in wait, not enhancing the sensations, as if to prove to me that it was me who ached for this all along.

I can’t blame the unnatural link between Aurelian and human for the intensity of my shameful lust. He’s just so huge, his sweaty bulk pressing me down against the bed as my pussy clenches tight against the hot iron rod of his cock, as if my body is instinctively milking the alpha, craving his cum.

I imagine it, only for a split second, that moment when Doman loses control and unleashes inside of, how it will feel to have that huge, throbbing cock pulsing as he spews load after load of his hot, creamy cum deep inside me.

That was a mistake.

The Bond latches to that craving. I understand, too late, what Gallien warned me of the Bond making a feeling a thousand times more intense.

I’ve never known a craving, a longing so overpowering. I feel like I’m underwater, desperate for a gasp of air, lungs burning, but every inch of me is on fire.

And it’s not air I’m craving.

It’s being bred by the alien alpha.

I need it. I need Doman to lose control, to unleash inside me, to fill me with every ounce of his alien seed.

It’s the most exquisite torture I’ve ever felt, laying back helpless as he claims me, every sensation heightened as I ache for him to finish so deep inside of me. Each thrust, I know he’s getting closer, his growls sending shivers through me.

Doman’s huge hands slide down my back and cup my ass, pulling me up to meet his violent thrusts as he roars, his cock stiffening impossibly hard, pulsing and growing.

His huge, swollen balls are pressed against my ass as he holds his cock fully inside me.

Doman’s battle cry is deafening as he unleashes hot jets of alien cum, and I feel each spurt.

It’s endless, and the pressure grows inside me as wave after wave of his hot, creamy seed fills me.

The Bond rewards me for taking the alpha’s seed. Pure bliss, so deep that the only thing keeping me to sanity is Doman’s firm grip against my skin, anchoring me to the moment. Finally, he groans in satisfaction, leaning up, and I stare into his eyes.

They’ve changed. The brilliant, icy blue irises have become like blue diamonds, brilliant and hard.

I have only a moment to stare into his eyes, feeling his being in my mind, when Titus snarls, pushing at his leader.

Doman pulls out, and before his seed can slip out of my stretched slit, Titus grabs me and flips me, forcing me onto all fours.

I arch my ass up instinctively for the brute, and before Doman’s seed can drip from me, Titus has driven himself deep into me.

He’s even thicker, stretching me anew, and I moan in pleasure and pain.

The ache of being stretched to the limit isn’t dulled by the Bond, but enhanced and molded into this dark, torturous pleasure that I both crave and can barely handle, and I whimper as he grips my hips firmly and pulls me back, forcing me to meet each jackhammer thrust.

He's rough, but his aura grows in my mind, a steel orb of strength and power that has seen a thousand battles and will see a thousand more. I was expecting his violence, his anger, his hate. I wasn’t expecting the rush of love and adoration mixed in with the insatiable need.

He’s starving for me, sating himself as he ravages me, his huge, thick alien cock impaling me as I present myself to him, arching my ass up as he grips my hips and pulls me back to meet every thrust. My orgasm rushes up, and the pressure is intense, my mind melting as I let myself go limp, simply surrendering to Titus’ might as he seeds me, jet after jet of his hot, alien cum mixing with Doman’s, the battle-brothers binding their Mate to them in the ritual that is still not yet over.

Titus pants in exertion, slowly pulling his softening cock from me, and I feel empty, so empty, craving the third. I turn my head, looking back at him, and I gasp at his eyes.

Like twin amethyst, so dark that the purple blue is nearly black, complementing his jet-black hair.

He looks complete.

I run my hands to my temples, in wonder, feeling the twin auras of the men I know I should hate. Up until this moment, I didn’t realize just how alone I was. You can talk with others, communicate, know them your entire life, but you’ll never truly know them.

I know Doman, and I know Titus. Hard. That’s the only way I can describe them. Hard, forged by centuries of bloodshed, unfathomable horrors conquered, trials that never stained their soul. There is a purity that washes over me, a purity and justice that I can’t square up with their deceptions.

Thoughts become difficult when I look up at Gallien. Doman and Titus’ seed drips from me, a pearly stream that dampens the bed as Gallien stares down at me with his intense grey eyes, his nostrils flaring as he tastes my scent, needing me yet holding himself back.

His battle-brothers look at me with worship. Doman runs his hands through his sweaty hair, and he closes his eyes, his lips curling up in a smile. Just as I can feel him in my mind, he exults in the connection to his Mate.

He has waited centuries for it.

Gallien lays himself down heavily on the huge bed, back to the wall, leaning back and watching me as my legs shake. The coldest of the three, the most inhuman.

I know how much he craves me. How much he’s starving to drive his cock deep into me. Those twin auras of his battle-brothers were filled with ravenous hunger until the moment they unleashed.

The hunger is consuming him, and the only relief will be when he breeds me.

Gallien is lost to the Mating Rage, every muscle in his body taut to the limit, his chiseled abs flexed, a slight tightening around his alien grey eyes.

His breathing is heavy, his lips curl back, but he does not lose control.

A bead of sweat drips from his forehead, slowly down his cheek, tracing a line down his neck.

The waves of lust rush through me, the emptiness, the sweet soreness mixed with the need to complete the ritual. I give myself over to the luxury of thoughtlessness. I let my body take control, instinct taking over.

Pushing my hair from my eyes, I crawl to him, and mount him, squatting on top of him with my hands against his abs.

I stare straight into his eyes as I press down slowly, moaning as I impale myself on his curved cock.

It grinds against my G-spot with every tiny movement, pressing against me, and I gasp as his eyes slowly change.