Taken by the Aurelian Warriors

Taken by the Aurelian Warriors
An Alien Abduction Romance


Corin Cain


Contents
Foreword
1. Brennan
2. Natali
3. Natali
4. Brennan
5. Natali
6. Lazar
7. Natali
8. Natali
9. Otho
10. Natali
11. Brennan
12. Natali
13. Lazar
14. Brennan
15. Natali
16. Otho
17. Natali
18. Brennan
19. Natali


Foreword
Stay in your room, and don’t come out…
If only I had listened. One glance was all it took for him to capture me.
And only my captors can set me free.
Welcome the world of the Aurelian Empire, where the dominant, powerful alien warriors come in three!
This is a steamy reverse harem alien menage romance, which features submission, punishments, and Fated Mates. It is for adult audiences.
I truly hope you enjoy!
- CC


1
Brennan
I keep my eyes focused on the three abominations hurtling through space ahead of us.
Scorp Org-Ships.
The floating eggsacs of the Scorp are biological spacecraft – huge, fleshy eggs that plummet wildly through space, weaving past asteroids and rocks as if the Gods themselves are guiding them.
The sickening truth, however, is that nothing we know of guides those living, obscene spacecraft. They’re mindless – just like the hundreds of Scorp writhing around inside. The single purpose of an eggsac is to plunge through the atmosphere of an occupied planet and release its disgusting cargo.
The Scorp that are unleashed from the eggsac will be equally single-minded in their one goal – to tear apart all sentient life on the planet, and drag what crippled survivors remain back to their Scorp Queen. In her terrifying nest, she’ll implant her eggs deep into the bodies of the survivors; so that they become living foodstuff for the Scorp larvae that emerge from those eggs a short while later.
A fate worse than death – and one any surface dwellers face if an eggsac lands on their undefended world.
Aurelians protect surface dwellers who pledge allegiance to the Empire. Out here in dead space, there’s no one to protect them.
I grip the controls of my Orb-Beam, and focus on the mission.
Our Reaver screams through space in pursuit of the eggsacs.
A huge rock – practically the size of a small moon – hugs our flank as Otho skillfully pilots us through space – remaining far enough behind the disgusting eggsacs that the living thing won’t sense we’re trailing it and change course.
Suddenly, something flashes across the empty space ahead of us. It’s as if the vision clicked into my mind like a snapshot. Where there was once empty space, there’s now only death.
An asteroid big enough to fill an Aurelian swimming pool has appeared, traveling so fast that even my enhanced senses couldn’t detect its approach.
Likewise, there’s no time for deliberate thought – only action.
I squeeze my fingers onto the trigger of my Orb-Beam. A lance of blue-black death spears out – skewering the enormous asteroid, and instantly shearing it into chunks.
As I shoot – more through instinct than intention – something other than the asteroid fills my vision.
She flashes through my consciousness.
The woman I’ve never met. The woman I feel every time I close my eyes. My Fated Mate – the one, specific woman each Aurelian is destined to seek out for the remainder of their thousands of years of life.
But Otho, Lazar, and I won’t have any remaining years if I don’t destroy that asteroid. Rock and metal spell our end.
My instinctive blast strikes true. Our Reaver is rocked as huge chunks of the fractured asteroid bruise our shields – but none of them are large enough to damage us.
The Reaver careens right as we’re rocked by debris. At the helm, Otho’s aura spikes with terror.
When Otho is afraid, all men should be. I’ve seen that man rip the head off a Scorp with his bare hands – but out in the dead of space, even he feels powerless to the whim of the Gods.
My heart pounds. “Gods dammit! You’re getting slow in your old age!”
We’re in an asteroid belt so filled with hurtling death that only an idiot or a suicidal maniac would attempt to navigate it.
I don’t know which we are.
“Sensors are fucking useless! We’re going to lose them!”
Up at the helm, Otho’s voice is strained.
I share his concern. Back when we’d faced that asteroid, we’d also nearly faced our end. If I’d fired my Orb-Beam just a millisecond later, we’d all have been wiped out of existence – splattered across a million tons of rock. The shields of this Reaver might be strong – but even they can’t deflect an asteroid traveling at that velocity.
“We’re on it. Keep the path.”
Behind me, Lazar’s voice is ice-fucking cold – and his aura matches it. There are no cracks in his aura – he knows that he and I have the responsibility for clearing our path of any asteroids Otho can’t navigate us past.
All three of us act in perfect synchronicity – and any doubt by any of us threatens to derail our seamless unity.
Doubt – like the flash I’d had of my Fated Mate, when I’d wondered if my Orb-Beam would strike true; or if our lives had been about to end.
I’m not afraid of death. Death comes to us all, and I could have been on Colossus instead right then – with a dozen gorgeous women bringing me drinks and massaging every inch of my body.
To me, they’d be a dozen gorgeous, empty husks. I’m out here in space because death has the same inflection whether it’s earned in luxury, or toil.
Besides, no Aurelian has ever found his Fated Mate among the droves of women who flock to join Aurelian harems on our home world. Why waste time fantasizing that the one woman my battle-brothers and I seek would ever come to us by chance.
That’s why we’re here, out in the depths of space – undertaking a mission given to us by the Queen of our people herself.
And, if that mission fails?
There might not be a home world to return to. Colossus might be lost.
My stomach clenches as Otho veers our Reaver hard to the left. The grav-stabilizers are currently cut off