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His hands grip my thighs, pressing me open even more, and Titus walks behind me, grabbing my hair tight and pulling my head back.

The vines cradle my neck as he lets his thick, curved cock drop against my lips.

I taste the first strands of his pre-cum, the salty, warmth designed to make me crave so much more.

Doman snarls as he presses forward, and I’m a bitch in heat for my three men, utterly shameless, lost in the ecstasy of surrender as Titus works his cock into my mouth and Doman stretches me open.

Gallien leans over me, his mouth on my right nipple, laving and sucking.

He pulls his lips from me for an instant, to spit on his fingers, then those probing fingers trace their way down my stomach, teasing me before they land on my clit.

It’s too intense, the three men claiming me at once, but I can do nothing but whimper and moan, my gasps gagged on Titus’ cock as Gallien drives me insane with tight, slow circles against my clit.

Titus groans as he slides his huge, throbbing cock deeper and deeper into my throat.

I can do nothing to resist him, and I don’t want to, his Aurelian pre-cum muting my gag reflex completely and making me crave more and more.

His grapefruit-sized balls rest on my head, and each difficult breath I take in, I’m in a world of his heady musk, the intoxicating aroma of his sweat that is him and him alone, distilled testosterone and strength.

I give in totally, letting the three alien giants use me, and the Bond rewards me with another thrum, deeper and more insistent, the pain of Doman’s huge dick stretching me past my limits transforming into the darkest pleasure.

I wriggle and writhe, but I’m pinned down from their bulks as Doman thrusts, rough and hard, every inch of him slamming into me as his balls slap against my asshole.

I’m so fucking close to an orgasm that is going to drive me insane, but Gallien tortures me, slowing his fingers in their endless circle on my clit each time I’m on the very verge of release.

He is attuned to me, his aura in mine, and he knows how to keep me right on the edge, so that when I finally succumb, it will drive me wild.

Doman’s thrusts become violent, his aura melting me, his being a volcano of brute, primal need to breed me.

His grip on my thighs tightens, so hard I know his handprints will be red against my flesh, and Gallien bites my nipple, my moans gagged as Titus fucks my throat like he owns it.

My pussy clenches, my body desperate to milk the alpha, but the Bond lays in wait, not thrumming again, as if it’s waiting for a signal. ..

Then Doman presses an image into my mind.

It’s me.

I’m laying in a huge, soft bed, next to a bowl of honeyfruit, clad in nothing but a silver necklace that nestles between my breasts.

My tits are three, four times their original size, hanging obscenely, dripping milk.

My belly is swollen beyond belief with his Aurelian son, and I’ve been transformed into a breeding sow for the three men, a vessel for their seed.

The imagine crystalizes, and I have a choice—to fight it, to push it from my mind, or to surrender completely to my destiny.

I let it enter my consciousness, will it to the exist, and the Bond roars into life.

This time it’s not an endless pit of dark ecstasy for me to fall into.

It’s a rushing geyser of sensation, lust and completeness, aching need that unites our four auras into one. I can hear the wet slapping sounds of Doman and Titus driving themselves into me, Gallien sucking noisily at my tit, and though I can barely breathe, I don’t need air.

The only thing I need is every drop of my triad’s seed deep into my womb.

I can sense their raging auras. All three of them are on the absolute edge.

Doman roars, a battle cry that sends flocks of birds into the air, wings beating, a roar heard through the forest as he unleashes.

Hot jets of cum shoot into me, my pussy clenching as I cum in unison with the alpha, milking him of every drop as he completes me.

Titus pulls himself from my mouth, and I moan in passion after gasping for air, like I am a wild animal.

The instant Doman is finished, pulling himself from me, Titus manhandles me, turning me and grabbing my ass, so I am on my back before him.

His thick cock unleashes, a huge jet of his seed shooting onto my stomach, and he roars as he presses his cumming, throbbing cock deep into me in a single thrust, already unleashing, the pressure intense as his load mixes with Doman’s.

Gallien is stroking his cock, staring into my eyes, on edge, and the instant Titus pulls out, he takes his place, thrusting into me and unleashing in the same movement.

The Bond reaches its crescendo, then on a final, harmonious note, it fades away. I blink, coming to my senses, searching the depths of my mind for the pool of ecstasy that always waits for me.

It’s gone. There’s only a hint of it, a still pool without a ripple.

Instead, my mind is filled with awe from the three alien warriors as they sense it at the same time as me.

“The seed has taken root,” says Doman, with reverence, and slides into the bed with me, pulling me up against his sweaty, massive body.

Titus clambers on the other side, sandwiching me between three muscled beasts, and more vines knot together, forming a surface behind me.

Gallien takes his place near my feet, the vines forming a place for him, and the three of us are tightly together, a sweaty, tangled mess of utter satisfaction.

Here, over the treetops, in the sacred groves of my people, all the evil of the universe is so far away.

I press my head against Doman’s chest as he runs his fingers through my hair, and Titus kisses my neck as Gallien nuzzles my feet, and I melt into the three of them. I’ve never felt so safe, so secure.

Whatever we face, we’ll do it together.