Page 11 of The Commander

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 be screaming 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?”

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 like her life depended on it. It felt like being stuck on the edge of an orgasm, her blood singing a high pitched song of please and don’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 fake not 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.

Of their own volition, before she could stop herself, she was reaching between her legs, her fingers gliding over her slippery folds and the aroused protrusion of her clit.

She needed more. Oh, she really wanted to come again.

“No, no, my lusty little cat. Not without permission. Your pleasure is mine.” He lifted her hand away.

“But I still ache.” A sound came out of her mouth like a whine, as if she were on the verge of begging him. Again. Wanting the ass despite his insulting cat remarks. Who talked like that? He should shut up and put his cock back where it belonged. Inside her.

“Are you hurting? Then get on your hands and knees so you can receive a decent fucking,” he told her in a low, menacing voice.

It was the least romantic thing he could have said: raw. Insensitive. Crude. Why did her pussy clench like it was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard?

She hated herself a little as she scrambled into position, unable to pretend she didn’t want everything he promised.

Spreading her thighs wide, she wiggled her backside in his face. As if to add to the discomfort of her ruined orgasm, her inner guts complained with several bone squeezing menstrual cramps.

What the hell? Her body wanted him back. Like she’d lost a piece of herself, lost something special. Like he fit there now.

Shit. Nope. That wasn’t right. Not at all. She’d gone crazy. And that crazy sighed in relief as the alien got up on his knees behind her and angled himself against her swollen center.

She bent herself in half, grabbing at his hip to bring him forward. Ignoring her, he rubbed the end of his member back and forth against her again, the head poking at her clit in just the right way, delivering an unbelievably perfect friction.

His voice in her ear ruined it. “What does my Kitten say?”

Before he could torture her again by making her ask for it, Cara decided she’d just demand what she wanted. She reached for his cock, took it in her fist, and angled herself to put it in the right place.

He made a noise—a gruff bark—but didn’t budge.

The flesh under her hand swelled and leaped at her touch. His male sex was darker than the rest of his skin, the blue colors converging to an almost black. Slick with their combined fluids, it was easy for him to pump himself back and forth in her hand. With pink oozing from the broad head, the guy was made up of more colors than a rainbow.

Squeezing him, she saw that he had two holes in the head of his penis, but one was longer than the other, gaping just slightly.

“Ahh, my little pet. That’s good. I like that.” He fucked himself with her hand.

“Put it in me.” He was getting all the pleasure when she needed more. She would die if she didn’t get more.

“What do you say?” He pulled away, his dick wriggling. Her hand slipped right off. He hissed out a breath. “I think I like that. We will do that again. But not now.”

“Please fuck me, Commander Bastian.”

“That’s right.” He smacked the end of his member against her center, directly on the swell of her clit. The sharp electric shock of it forced a humiliating squeal past her lips, but she still opened herself wider to give him greater access. To get more.

Where was the part where she wouldn’t like what he was doing?

“You are going to be amusing, aren’t you, Kitten? And I thought you humans were all the same.” He slapped her again with himself, and she helplessly bore down on it.

Her desire was a game to him, wasn’t it? The mortification caused by that insulting idea hovered out of reach. She didn’t care about anything other than him putting his alien dick back inside her.

He put his hands on her hips, holding her still, lifting her up easily so that her weight didn’t rest on her knees. Without him guiding it, his cock found its way inside her again so that he could begin a push-pull piston movement.

His rhythm was steady from the start. In, out, relief. Hard enough to push more squeaks out of her every time he bottomed out. It hurt, yes. So good. His cock scraped over something wonderful inside of her during that back and forth movement. Her g-spot? She didn’t know; it just felt good.

“What a pretty pet you are. I’m going to get you a collar and chain for that bare neck of yours. A wide collar, I think, one that starts under your chin and goes down to your shoulders. What do you think, Kitten?” He had such a growly voice and spoke with a cadence that belied the measured thrusting of his cock.

Cara couldn’t talk. Wouldn’t talk, afraid she’d accidentally agree to any nutty thing he wanted.

“Such a nice fleshy ass.” He gripped her harder and lifted, going deeper. She was so wet from his attentions that the sound of it was lewd in her ears.

“Mumph,” a puff of air escaped Cara at the increased pressure.

“This. Is. Mine.” Each word came with a powerful thrust, smacking them wetly together.

Cara bit her lips closed.

“Do you think you are ready for part two?” he asked.

What a bizarre question. Cara was good with what he was doing. Each push felt like he was getting thicker, stretching her more, going impossibly deeper. Pushing past her pussy into her belly, her rib cage, her heart. Pushing into her very being with every painful-lovely glide of his cock.

“Tell. Me.” He demanded.

“Can’t,” she tried to answer.

“Can’t what? Can’t take more? Can’t do this? But you are, Kitten. Fuck. Look at you. You are.” He pulled her hips so hard her arms shook, and her hands slid as her shoulders tipped forward until her face lay against the floor.

“Hold yourself now. Hold. You are strong, girl.” He gentled his hold in spite of his words. “There is still more to come. I think you’re ready. Your cunt is certainly wet enough.”

Cara had no idea what he was talking about. Ready for what? She wanted to ask, but then he was pulling his cock out of her. Not that. She wasn’t ready to stop. She yelped and reached back for him. “No. Don’t stop yet. I need.”

“Oh, Kitten. I know what you need.” The words sounded like a purr. “Face forward.” She turned forward.

“Brace yourself. Push down on your female muscles as if you are going to expel.”

“What?” She turned and looked at him. Did he mean what she thought he meant? His shark grin was huge. “It’s time for part 2.”