Page 34 of The Commander

Her peak building, Kitten complained. She reached for him. “What? Why are you doing this to me?”

He grabbed her waist, lifted, turned her facing him, and sat her back down on his dick. Hard. They both moaned at the feeling. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, the girl didn’t wait a second to start chasing her pleasure again using desperate bounces. She pursued her need like she fought, with howls and aggression through the sting.

With one hand on her ass and one for balance, he lifted her on her upward bounce, then let her fall, simulating the pounding he couldn’t do on this floor without damaging her.

He’d have that again later.

Now, he had to have that place behind her ear where all her scent was gathered, and the tip of his tongue made her shiver. He kissed her neck, and she kissed him back, opening her mouth and scraping her teeth against his skin. Driving him insane with her acceptance.

“Close your eyes,” he commanded. Following the line from neck to shoulder, he chose a place for his mark. Tucking her into his chest, cock buried deep, the pressure between them built. Kitten was a slick live wire of want, as consumed as he was by the act of mating and becoming one.

He opened his lower mouth on her shoulder at the same time as he felt the sensitized agony of his frillium fully attaching. The thread thin, highly sensitive organ locked onto the soft sponge of her innermost secret flesh, tying them together. She clenched and spasmed around him as if struck by a bolt of lightning.

He bit her. Sank teeth into her shoulder, but she barely noticed. Instead, she shivered, breath leaving her body in a choked gasp as her orgasm started, her pussy fluttering around his cock, squeezing his frillium, accepting him.

Stars burst in his black heart, world exploding, his dick gripped by her walls, locked to her by his minor and major seeders. Cum boiled up from his balls in his first full, mated orgasm. He wanted to roar with his release but couldn’t move from her shoulder, where her blood filled his mouth and went right to his head.

The circle of their pleasure went on and on, wave after wave of energy. Catching her breath, Kitten made noises of all kinds while using her knees for leverage to move in his lap.

The pull of his frillium to her innermost tissues made her whine and do it again and again.

He couldn’t speak. His lower mouth open, he sucked greedily at the blood of her wound. Holding her tight in his arms, he made sure Kitten couldn’t go far as he kept cumming. Their release dripped from their bodies, and still, his frillium stayed locked. Filling her with his alien semen. With their future. Together, they made a lovely sticky mess on his thighs.

One of Kitten’s hands moved up the back of his neck feeling the slightly thicker, bristles on his scalp, while the other pet over his body, as if she just discovered the fine sensory hairs there. “What did you do? What did you do to me?”

“I have claimed you.”

CHAPTER 11 - CARA

This couldn’t be right.

First times weren’t supposed to feel this good. Weren’t supposed to rob her of inhibitions and fears, weren’t supposed to hurt with lust. First times shouldn’t be with the worst of the alien invaders, one of their most powerful leaders. This guy was seven feet something. She didn’t know. Bluish skin that went from stone colored to dark midnight wherever his skin creased. He’d chased Cara down wearing nothing more than a horrifying ferocious smile.

It was all wrong. A nightmare.

He’d forced her to beg, to ask him to fuck her. He had, and now—unbelievably—she was afraid he would stop.

Her friend Brenda said that Cara’s first time would hurt, that she should just get it over with and out of the way. Brenda had said anyone would do, and then Cara wouldn’t be such a prize for men like Danov and his goons. If Cara stopped being such a prude, then maybe Danov would let them stay. Brenda’s baby could be with the daddy. It was no big deal.

The aliens were far worse than Danov, the last choice of last choices. She’d told him no, hadn’t she? She’d tried to kill him, hadn’t she?

He hadn’t listened. This was all wrong. Everything the alien did felt crazy good. Even when some part of her brain remembered that there should be pain, that she should bescreaming and fighting, she couldn’t hold on to it for more than seconds. Everything the freak did was freaking inexplicably fantastic.

She found herself locked around him, clinging, grinding down on a wide snake dick, unable to make herself want to stop.

It wasn’t right. She knew what dick looked like, and it wasn’t anything like his. Her previous virginity hadn’t made her blind. There might be a few details she was fuzzy on, but man cock did not move the way that this alien cock did. It had a mind of its own, vibrating down its length like a hose that went on forever.

His tongue was long, too. His mouth was all wrong. His chin. What was wrong with his chin? Alien. This was so messed up.

He did things to her that Cara was pretty sure no human could do. Unfortunately, she couldn’t summon up the proper loathing at all. She bit her lips to keep from moaning and pleading, from sounding as if she liked being forced.

Because no part of her felt forced, and it should. She should.

What the hell was happening? Drugs. It must be drugs. He’d drugged her. She’d wake up tomorrow, and then she would feel all the damage of today. The awful reality of it. Then she’d find something to kill the bastard with for doing this to her, for making her like this.

That was tomorrow. Right now, she’d been turned into a slut who would kill him if he stopped. She’d never orgasmed so good. She wouldn’t double down on how awful this day had been by walking away from mind bending, pussy twanging nirvana.

Pressing down, his cock inside her—where she wanted it—Cara took him as deep as she could. Her head fell back, eyes rolling as her pussy quivered. “I feel it. I feel something. Is it vibrating?”

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