Taken by the Aurelian Warriors

– past the walls of this towering estate, past the confines of the atmosphere of this planet, and out past the dangerous asteroid fields…
Out there is life.
Out there are them.
Aurelians.
As I do whenever I can’t sleep, my mind turns to the noble, all-male species that hails from the planet of Colossus.
Aurelians are in my thoughts far too often. For some reason, I can’t help but imagine them – for all I’ve studied of them to become real.
I know here on Marn, they might as well be fantastical creatures to me – as likely for me to encounter one as a unicorn, or fairy.
But they’re real. On their home planet of Colossus, the imperious creatures stay in their mansions, surrounded by their harems. Their every urge is satisfied eagerly by the women who flock to join them.
It would be so easy to become one of them – to escape this place, yet actually have somewhere to go.
If I could slip past the gates, and trade the sapphire ring I’ve treasured since childhood for a ticket on the next flight off this rock…
That’s the irony. Women of my class scoff at the women who flock to the security and protection of an Aurelian harem – but it’s not just the impoverished who succumb to that temptation.
The harems of Aurelians are filled with women from all walks of life. Rich, poor – it makes no difference when all are living as equals in a harem.
The countless books I’ve read on the subject have been filled with allusions as to what life is like on the planets occupied by Aurelians – and my imagination has filled in the rest.
“They rule their harems with strict discipline.”
Strict discipline. Those two words tickle my mind.
My father doesn’t discipline me – for a start, because I don’t misbehave; but more so because he barely shows me any attention.
That wouldn’t be a concern the first time I joined an Aurelian harem – as a fresh, untainted feast for the towering warriors of a triad to enjoy.
I wonder what would happen if I made good on this foolish fantasy. What would greet me when my shuttle landed on Colossus, and I offered myself to a harem?
Aurelian warriors share harems between three of them – three huge, voracious warriors.
I shiver. The image of them is in my mind. I’ve only ever seen pictures of Aurelians in books before, but pictures don’t lie.
Aurelians are more like Gods than men.
There would be others, of course. The downside of joining a harem is that you’d be just one woman among a bevy of countless other beauties.
In my fantasies, at least, I don’t need to think of them.
I imagine that the three, huge Aurelians who’d choose me to join their harem would look at me and only me. To them, no other women would exist.
I fantasize about the idea of them, more than as real creatures. Their faces are blank in my mind. I focus only on their huge, powerful bodies.
I don’t know the first thing about sex. I’m twenty-one, and it’s remained a mystery to me. I’ve been trapped behind these walls for my entire life and experienced nothing that can’t be found within the pages of my countless books.
Including many, many books about Aurelians.
I try to force the fantasy of those aliens out of my mind – but the more I think about them, the more I ache to fly from these walls, and to throw away everything. I crave to give in to these dark, deep needs that seem to bind me to the species; or, at least, my illusion of them.
As I lie in bed, my hand moves down my body. I caress my skin.
I know the touch of Aurelians would not be so gentle as my own. They are soldiers, after all – a warrior race who spend a hundred years at war.
They’re brutal, cold aliens – whom some claim have no emotions.
No, they wouldn’t kiss or caress me. They wouldn’t whisper gentle words in my ears.
If I went to them – if I actually joined an Aurelian harem…
…they’d take me.
I bite my lip, imagining the feeling of utter surrender as three huge, seven-feet-tall aliens press down against me.
The hunger in their slate-grey eyes as they succumbed to the mating rage.
The merciless, animal lust as these powerful warriors ignore my whimpers and pleas, and just take me – hard and fast.
One after the other, or all at once.
My nipples harden in the night, and I moan out, reaching to my bedside table. I take a hairbrush, feeling the cold, hard handle and imagining that it’s the hard, marble flesh of an Aurelian’s huge, thick, throbbing cock…
I slip the hairbrush beneath the covers – and in a moment, my moans drown out the clanking of the Sentinels outside.

3
Natali
“I’d just like to go past the walls one time,” I sigh.
The sprawling estate in which I live is bordered abruptly by towering, twenty-foot-tall walls, patrolled by Sentinels. Within those towering barriers are sparkling ponds and lush trees, carefully maintained gardens, and blooming flowers. Overhead, the sky is bright and blue, filled with birds chirping in paradise.
But it doesn’t matter how beautiful this place is – as long as I’m not allowed beyond those walls, it’s a prison.
I used to fantasize about a handsome rogue stealing me away from within these oppressive walls – taking me off on a life of adventure. Now that I’m older, though, I’ve cast such juvenile fantasies away. I now know the handsome rogue would be cut down by a hail of bullets before he could even get to my room.
Beside me, the estate’s guard Gerard rubs his long, white mustache – pondering my request.
“Of course, Lady Carani,” he nods. He’s been calling me Lady Carani since I was three years old, and first walked these gardens. “I’ll arrange the escort. We can walk around the complex and return. A short trip, though.”
A walk around the complex? That’s it? I’m not even allowed to visit the markets or the city anymore.