Page 73 of Torn from the Alien Commander

“You’d still be the best,” I reply, unbidden moans escaping me at her skillful, eager attentions.Gods, could a warrior even dream of a better bonded female than my Tyrxie?“But if you insist,” I add between pleasurable grunts.

“I do,” Tyrxie asserts, a delightful look of lust blooming on her expression. My breath hitches as she lowers her head towards my now painful erection. Her eyes bore into mine, an unspoken promise of the pleasure she’s about to administer and the love that will always be ours alone. “Just relax,” she purrs.

Relaxing isn’t my style.

Tyrxie’s beautiful, supple lips smooch onto the end of my throbbing cock. The sensation is bliss, prompting me to throw my head back. She giggles with joy, her skillful artistry just beginning. More gentle tugs assault my senses with hands that feel so soft. But it’s her wet tongue that’s doing the real damage. First, little testing licks around my gleaming head, then she grows bolder—my brave female taking me in her tiny, sweet mouth.

The naughty slopping sounds only turn me on more, as well as the feeling of the walls of her mouth struggling to contain my pulsing male-hood. But she doesn’t stop. My Tyrxie is a warrior now, her resolve like hardened arcweave, forged in our trials together. Her molten lust is reflected in her glowing emerald eyes, glimmering like beautiful stars, as I feel our souls mingling within our bond.

She purrs and moans, adding to my own grunts of surging gratification. Urged by greed and aching need, my female has expertly stoked me to a maddening fever pitch. I guide her headwith my hand. Her hands work my shaft with twisting, pumping motions while she plunges, covering my tip with the blissful liquid warmth that only her tender mouth provides.

“How did you get so good at this?” I ask, half deliriously, between grunts and snarls. But Tyrxie only smirks at me, her eyes full of mischief. She moves a hand to my hefty ball sack, kneading them as if urging me to give her what belongs to her. She won’t have much longer to wait. Already, my body is as tense as coiled springs.

Tyrxie must sense it too, her pace growing more frantic, drawing me onward to her paradise. “I want every drop, my golden hero,” she mutters, her eyes gleaming with well-earned confidence.

“My official title is Warrior of Peace!” I reply, struggling not to laugh, riding the building, surging waves of bliss my love has brought me to.

“Don’t make me laugh,” Tyrxie splutters, and it’s then, as we’re both laughing, my tension erupts as a torrent of shuddering waves of pleasure wash over me. My love gasps as I roar with ecstasy, the sound deafening, but I don’t care—all I care about is spilling my seed all over my Tyrxie, claiming her as the Gods and my heart demands.

Tyrxie shocks me, rushing to wrap her mouth around my pulsing cock. I watch in blissful amazement as she gulps generous amounts of my molten liquid lust. My heart soars with pride and adoration. Such an intimate gesture—never have I felt so loved, so needed, like she wants every part of me. And I intend to give her every piece, every drop.

My shuddering, squirming and spasming orgasm comes to an end, leaving me in total ecstasy as my balls tingle pleasurably—satiated, at least for now. Tyrxie moans, leaving a final little kiss on the end of my sensitive tip, looking as innocent as a freshly bloomed flower.

“My sneaky little Tyrxie, I think you’ve just sucked my soul out through my cock,” I laugh between heaving breaths.

Tyrxie chuckles, falling on top of me, her soft breasts and warmth nestling in against me, in danger of igniting my desire anew. “Well, your soul tasted delicious.” She flashes a wicked smile at me that suits her perfectly.

“You were amazing, a true master of the sexy arts. No one’s ever swallowed my seed like that—I liked it.” I marvel, already replaying the event in my head as I stroke Tyrxie’s back with gentle caresses.

“Really?” Tyrxie startles, her eyes finding mine. I nod with a smile, prompting her to let out a short laugh. “I’m glad I got to be another one of your firsts,” she sighs with contentment.

“One of many,” I reply, eager to put her mind at ease, knowing all other females before Tyrxie were but pale reflections to her beautiful soul. “My first Klendathian kiss, my first seed swallowing, my first love. Soon to be my first eternal Mortakin-Kis.” My voice carries fierce pride.

Tyrxie purrs, nestling in tighter to our loving embrace. Time seems to dissolve as I enjoy her quiet, soft breathing, my molten need satiated, my mind blissfully absent of visions and paths, driven away by the carnality of our actions. But it’s only moments away from returning, more reason to enjoy these peaceful respites.

“What is our future going to be like?” Tyrxie asks, sounding almost asleep.

Such a deceptively complex question that could sear my mind to answer fully.

“We’re going to Klendathor next and then Earth, like I promised you,” I reply, brushing my hand through her silky black hair.

“But after that? You must know, seeing the futures?” Tyrxie says innocently, as I scrunch my face, struggling on how to answer.

“After... we return to Klendathor to continue your work,” I say, almost regretting the words instantly.

“Work?” Tyrxie startles, her green eyes glowing as they peer at me. “You mean like fixing ships?” she nudges against me, stroking my midsection. “Or do you have some other work in mind?” she giggles.

She’s so innocent and sweet!

“I like the way you think, my love,” I say, kissing her forehead. “But all will be revealed... very soon.” I glance out of the viewport, noticing Krogoth’s ragtag fleet of ships coming into view. A motley mix of old, beat-up Scythian Battlebarges, and smaller mercenary vessels hurtling through the void of space.

Having spent time with the Nebians and currently on one of their vessels, all other ships seem awkward and bulky. Imperator Bubla agreed to loan us a ship and some crew, and, divining the paths, I knew that Krogoth was traveling to rendezvous with our Klendathian brothers above Argon Six—I must warn him first or all may be lost.

I direct Tyrxie’s gaze towards the viewport. “Oh wow,” she exclaims, hopping off me in her enthusiasm to get a better look. “I can’t wait to meet your friends,” she mumbles, difficult to understand with her face pressed to the screen. “I’m finally going to meet another human!” She exclaims, spinning, almost humming with excitement.

The sight of her eager nakedness sends my heart soaring and something else. “Come Tyrxie, before the sight of your beauty hardens my cock further.”

Tyrxie, Logarn, Noroth and I march towards the command bridge of Krogoth’s ship. I recognize it as the ill-fated Scythian Battlebarge that became Astraxius’ tomb. Despite that, there’s an exciting charged atmosphere—the sight of returning war brothers, eager to hear each other’s tales, and Tyrxie’s enthusiasm all mingling into a palpable cocktail.

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