Page 56 of Torn from the Alien Commander

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“Tell me. I’ll do anything.” I play along, enjoying the silliness, glancing at my looming hunched-over male, seeing the mischievous glint in his eye.

“Kiss it better.” Xandor’s words hang in the air as heavy as his thick member, his bold words taking my breath away.

The naughty idea sends a thrill through me, as I involuntarily lick my lips, imagining how it would feel in my mouth. “Kiss it, like how you kiss me below?” I repeat, my eyes lingering at his inviting male-hood.

“Exactly. I’m afraid it’s the only path left. All others are fading fast,” Xandor retorts, feigning a dramatic sigh and restrained laughter.

I let out a short laugh, grasping his soft cock in my two hands. “Well, if it’s that serious,” I say, stroking and planting a little kiss on the gleaming crimson tip. Xandor lets out a delightful moan, sending a thrill of excitement pulsing through me. I gasp, marveling at the throbbing surge of his member, forcing my hands open wider, becoming thick and hard like arcweave.

“Divine,” Xandor groans, but I’m already focused on driving my male wild, not really knowing what I’m doing, just stroking and kissing along his massive shaft. I let his wonderful grunts and snarls guide me like a sexy space buoy in a sea of delights.

His engorged bumpy head glistens and pulses rowdily as the heat pools within me, causing my breath to hitch. I lick around the thick end before taking the plunge, trying to wrap my tiny mouth around his mass of scorching meat. “Good female,” Xandor growls, placing his huge hand behind my head, greedily urging me deeper.

I yearn to be his good female, the way I yearn for him to mate my brains out. Delving deeper, his enormous tip fills my mouth in an instant. My eyes snap to Xandor, seeing a merciless lust in his expression craving to use me for his pleasures. The naughty sensation and thought sends surges of molten, feverish need coursing through me.

He holds my head in place and rocks his hips, forcing my mouth to take him. Back and forth, he rides upon my eager tongue. The taste of him arouses me further, sweet musky oils like the scent of him I crave distilled to delicious liquid form, mirroring my feminine need which pools below, growing hotter and hotter, burning for him to claim me.

Xandor must be of the same mind or he’s somehow sensing my desires as he pulls his pulsing erection out of my mouth,dripping with my saliva. I gasp for breaths that I didn’t know I was missing, staring at him flushed and wanton. His golden eye blazes hot, letting out wisps of desire as I open my legs, enjoying the hungry look it elicits.

“My sweet little Rebecca,” he purrs, as I gasp at the use of my true name, making me feel special, like it’s our secret alone. I pant with a dry throat as he guides me onto my knees with a firm hand, resting my arms upon the Nebian cushions. The sensation of his cock pressing against my slick femininity causes me to groan.

But my merciless male drives forward, my pussy stretching to accommodate his massive girth. I shudder and moan, burying my head further into the soft cushions, the only thing soft in his savage dance of carnality. Xandor grasps my black hair, pulling my head back, forcing me to confront the exquisite pain he’s causing.

“No more hiding,” Xandor whispers along my ear, thrusting deeper and deeper, his length seeming to never end, demanding more and more from my tensing, quivering body. I squeal and moan in delight with each scorching nanosecond.

Then, to my shock waves of orgasmic ecstasy, rock my body with cascading, shuddering intensity. I scream Xandor’s name as he drives forward finally, plunging his entire length through my shaking, pulsating wetness.

Xandor waits a few blissful moments, stroking my back, whispering how well I’ve done as I ride the torrent of throbbing delight. Just as my body ceases to tremble, I can feel Xandor’s cock twitching, straining my inner walls as it struggles to contain the beast deep within me.

He snarls and grunts, taking up a steady rhythm, pulling on my hip with greed, forcing me onto his thick length as he continues to impale me. The naughty sensation of him claiming me on my knees like some monstrous hungry beast causes me tomoan and gasp, knowing that he’s mine and it’s me that’s driving him to such heights.

“Mate me, Xandor, make me yours,” I cry out as he pounds into me, filling my body, filling my mind. My words drive him onward into a frantic, punishing rhythm, causing me to groan louder, forcing my head down into the mercifully soft cushions. I can feel him on every level inside me, his breath on my back, his golden furious lust blazing within our bond that sharpens my every sense.

I could cry. This connection, this punishing pleasure, is so intense, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. It’s like we’re two halves of the one soul, bringing out the best in each other, forcing each other to blaze in a glorious light.

“You are mine, forever eternally,” Xandor grunts, sounding half-mad, echoing my own thoughts. His hips buck wildly, reaching an incredible toe-curling, white-knuckle speed that sends another round of cascading waves of orgasmic ecstasy lancing through my hazy mind, exhausted from his ferocious lust.

I shudder and squirm as Xandor grips my hip harder, his thrusting reaching a fever pitch until he comes undone. He emits a deafening roar that the entire apartment must hear, lost in his carnal madness. His hips buck with lessening intensity as I still glow with bliss, enjoying the jets of his powerful seed spilling deep inside, filling me with his warmth.

Xandor withdraws from me, already I miss his closeness as I turn round. “I don’t want this to ever stop,” I say, suddenly overcome with emotion.

My panting, handsome male smiles, brushing the tears from my cheek. “And it never will.”

I love him so much.

A day has passed since I healed Xandor from his wounds. We spent a blissful, cozy day together—just the two of us, no horrible Mutalisk’s, no terrifying Scythian drones, no Nebian fortress to breach. Just our love pouring forth, our every need taken care of by the wonderful Nebian technology.

I suppress a laugh, recalling Xandor’s face trying some Earth fries. At first, he seemed to like them, but then his face twisted, muttering how he prefers meat. Next time I’ll find an Earth meat dish for him to try, I’m determined for him to like something from my home planet—it would make me happy.

Now, Xandor and I approach a large white structure with gleaming, twisting columns—the Nebian Imperial Forum. The sight of it fills me with a flood of trepidation and anxiousness, not helped by Xandor’s attitude. With every step closer, his manner takes a darker tone, reminding me of his rages during our daring charge to reach the Imperator.

We received a request to attend the Imperial Forum to begin formal alliance negotiations late yesterday. What upset Xandor was when they refused to return his warvisor and armor. And the fate of Noroth and Logarn, still unknown, soured whatever touch of goodwill Xandor had for the Nebians.

I frown, scanning the busy streets, as some Nebians stand pointing at us with mouths agape and wide-eyed terror, exclaiming, “Klendathian!” It’s a wonder the sirens haven’t gone off and started blasting us with laser cannons at this rate.

“Voiding short-stuffs, I swear to the Gods I’ll—” Xandor sneers, looking at the rude Nebians.

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