Page 35 of The Commander

She didn’t know what she was feeling, only that it was amazing.

“I do not vibrate.” The alien growled into her ear, offended. “I pulsate.”

Cara almost laughed at him, but then he did something different inside her, and she lost the ability to verbalize another question. Was he doing it faster? Doing it more?

There were nerve endings inside her pussy doing a happy dance she never knew existed.

“Oh god.” It was too much. Almost.

“No. Bastian. You will call me Bastian.”

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Do you like that, Kitten?” he asked back.

She did. She really did.

Cara dropped her head forward against his chest, squeezing her arms tight around his frame so that she could better move her hips in circles and catch that new sensation. Deeper. Harder. More. Rubbing her clit against the pulsing throb. Tugging at something deep.

His hands smoothed up her back until he touched her shoulder blades and swept downward over her hips to her ass, where he stopped to grab at the curves.

“Don’t. Please. I can’t.” She thought he was going to lift her up and down, but he couldn’t. She just couldn’t stop what they were doing now. This was too perfect.

“Shh. Shh, girl.” He made a noise in her ear that sounded like the rattle of a cat’s purr. “We will stay connected until you are fertilized and my essence has fully sunk into you. While you lack the proper receptors to pass the seed, I think this process is just as effective, don’t you, mate? I will allow nothing to separate us until my frillium has detached.”

“Oh.” What was she to say to that? What was he telling her? She had no clue, just kept grinding circles on his cock likeher life depended on it. It felt like being stuck on the edge of an orgasm, her blood singing a high pitched song ofpleaseanddon’t stop. He’d made her come already, but this was different somehow, as velvet as a rose petal rubbed across her senses.

She wanted it to go on and on.

He was a monster, but he fit her perfectly into the shelter of his powerful muscles.

She felt small and cared for. Possessed. And she liked it.

I fucked an alien, and I liked it.

That was what she was going to tell Brenda next time she saw her—if she saw her.

His weird colored skin was sleek, with a subtle ruff under her fingers she couldn’t stop smoothing. He felt good. This was all good. There should be much worse in this situation, including some expected sick to her stomach revulsion, but wherever those feelings lurked, Cara couldn’t summon them.

“You won’t come. And he will probably push down on your clit like it’s some kind of button that has to be mashed out the other side of your spine, trying to make you come, so you had better be prepared to fake it,” Brenda had warned her. Cara wished she could fakenot coming. But pleasure took her off guard. Devastated her with need. Brenda hadn’t given Cara any advice on how to hide the ripple effect caused by tingling waves or control the salivating desire for more of the same.

“Almost, Kitty, almost,” he said. She didn’t know what he meant. His hand went up her spine again. She couldn’t reach the middle of his back to hug him closer and hold him tighter, though she’d tried. He was too wide across the chest.

Up by her shoulder, she felt his long, weird fingers trace over where he’d bitten her, digging in. It really hurt. She tried to squirm away in surprise, as if this wound were jagged, her skin ruined by pointed teeth. “Hey, what?”

His fingers came away bloody, which he licked up with a tongue that was entirely too long and pointed. The sight didn’t stop the happy rockets bursting from her nether regions and goddammit, sparked her nipples—erasing pain—as if she really liked watching him lick up her blood.

Drugs. Madness. Nightmares.

“There now,” he murmured against her neck as his lips passed over the spot again. She felt the flickers of something. His tongue? Were those feather light licks of his tongue or something else?

She squeezed him, trying to get more of him. This felt wicked in the best way.

He unwrapped her arms from their clinging state as magical feelings lashed her insides, striking into an orgasm that shot through her like a shaft of lightning. Powerful and quick.

His wet cock, snapping like a tentacle, slipped out of her core with a gush of fluid while her insides convulsed around it. Cara cried out. “No!” She wasn’t finished.Need more.

Later, much later, she’d take time to be shocked by the amount of cum on her thighs, on him, on the floor, and its strange, shiny pink color.Alien.It splashed and glopped between them, thick and viscous.

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