Page 12 of The Commander

The head of his cock bumped against her back entrance. “No. Not there. What the hell are you doing?” she asked angrily. Her mouth was angry, at least.

Cara’s arms and legs did the exact opposite, bracing for the impact, pushing down as he’d instructed.

Never in a million years would she see the appeal of anal. The very idea was disgusting. Painful sounding. Her body wasn’t designed for that, and she was glad. His monster dick had barely fit in the right place. What in the world made him think it would fit up her backside?

All those rational thoughts warred to escape her mouth at the same time the head of his cock pressed against her anus. It tickled a little as he slipped it about. Her unexplored skin was ultra sensitive to everything happening, in yet another addition to the long list of her body’s betrayals.

If her empty center hadn’t been clenching and humming to get him back there, she might have liked the outside touch. It was almost pleasant.

Her nipples burned as they rubbed on the cold floor. Her center ached with carnal want. The only thing she could get in line with any sensible thinking was her mouth. She should be fighting him again. Instead, all her other parts decided to be completely on board with his perverted plans.

“You’re huge. It won’t fit. You can’t.” Didn’t they need lubricant or something, at least? Brenda had told her lubricant was good for everything. She’d given Cara a jar of the stuff for her first time.

That jar wasn’t here.

“Humm. Huge? Hardly. I’m proportionate to normal prime size.”

“Normal? Nothing about you is normal. You are too big.”

“Standard is the correct word, I believe. ‘Say, Commander Bastian, nothing about you is standard.’ I like how that sounds. Now hold still.” He pushed.

It hurt. Burned. Stretched. Cara yowled. Her hands bent into claws with an effort to get away and pull herself forward. He simply pulled her back with an arm around her waist.

His dick notched inside, splitting her open.

“You don’t seem as wet here,” he mused.

“I’m not supposed to be wet there!”

He ignored her shout and instead curled over her back until she felt his deft fingers slip through her folds, aiming for her clit.

He could try to turn her on, but she would never like this. She wouldn’t. It was like he was trying to insert a baseball bat into a tiny pucker, and even his dizzying, mind altering presence couldn’t change how that felt.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop.” She yelped the word every time he attempted to progress forward inside of her.

He stopped, finally, but his touch found the little blip of her feminine nerve bundle. He tapped, no mashing anything. As if her clit was a go button full of rocket fuel, his touch shocked her system with pleasure. The perfect, lightest tease, softer than she would ever touch herself. Mind blowing all the same.

Her legs weakened and her shout morphed into a long, involuntary groan.

“Like that, do you? My information about your most sensitive nerves seems to focus on this organ. I must say, I like the way you taste here.”

Arm around her waist, holding her to him, the other between her legs, he had nothing to guide his dick forward deeper into that place where it should never go. Yet, with a mind of its own, it went. The head eased in past the ring. It slipped deeper before pulling out and squeezing in again with his hip movement, tunneling inside her with bright, dry rasping pain.

At the same time, the alien killed her with the barely there touches. She was dry, and then, abruptly, he was moving easier, as if her body had adjusted. As if she had self lubricated. Or bled. Or he had done something.

He moved. The pain transformed. Like those damned spankings, it became nice . Her head couldn’t get in sync with how much her body liked it. There was no common frame of reference. It wasn’t right. Cara knew she wouldn’t like this if it was someone else. A man. A human.

His exotic, drugging smell went to her head. The feel of his big body and his dark, evil voice robbed her of sense. Combined with his weird pink cum, his baseball bat sex organ transformed into a happy, wavy wand of black silk fulfillment. It speared her crazy, impossibly deep. It wasn’t supposed to go there. How did it fit? Why did it fit?

Not only had her pussy developed a will of its own, but her back hole had gone silly. It wasn’t right. Why wasn’t she split open and hemorrhaging her life out? Instead—with the feral stretch of his cock in her ass—she felt alive, wanted, needed, and seen. All the external stuff like flesh and fear were bypassed.

He connected to her deepest, most tightly held emotions. And touched them.

She was more than just taken. Much more than merely a body he could use. This was something else entirely.

“That’s it, Kitten. Take all of me. Take me, my mate.” His body trembled around her, the touch of his thighs and his long front quaking as he breathed.

Either this shit felt really good to him, or he shared the same feelings. An inside pain that cut her open and handled places that no one ever expected to have touched.

“Mate? Oh, no. No,” Cara moaned. That was it. Mate.

The word blazed through her consciousness with a zap of electricity. Nature’s most sacred bonds flashed through her mind—wolves who died of heartbreak without their other half, swans who danced their mating ritual once and never again.

She was one of them, but deeper. Inside of herself, inside of him. His essence burned as it wrapped around her soul and threaded through every cell. Every thrust was pain, pleasure, pushing the bond deeper, combining them. Changing them.

The intensity pushed scalding tears from her eyes, so hot she felt them drip down her cheeks. A sob escaped. Her body trembled with the weight of what they’d become—one being split between two forms.

“What have you done?” She gasped out the words.

“Touched my soul to yours.” His growl vibrated around her body, through their connection. His massive frame shuddered against her. “Fuck. Hurts good, doesn’t it?”

The sensation defied human language. Pleasure and pain twisted into something new—something that felt like staring into forever. Like falling into infinity. Her mind struggled to categorize it.

The phrase echoed in their shared consciousness, bringing a wave of tenderness from him that nearly broke her. This wasn’t just sex or even love. This was evolution—two species reaching across time and space to forge something new.

Her experience didn’t include this scenario. He was a giant, bald, blue colored alien! With so many not-right parts and a weird, sociopathic sense of humor, and she was letting him fuck her backside and touch the deepest core of who she knew herself to be.

“Open up, Kitten. Let me have everything. Every part of you. All your dirty little secrets and fears. All the sweet candy desires and hungers and human hopes. Give them to me.”

She couldn’t stop him from seeing or taking. Damnit. He was already there. Inside her body, her being, her heart.

Her pussy flexed, empty. As if he knew what she needed, he opened his hand and hooked his longest two fingers inside. In response, Cara dropped her head so that she could reach between her legs and cover his hand with hers, holding him to her. Her skin on his, hand over his, glued to him in every way.

He’d taken her far past pleasure into another reality, into a raw, red shaded, frightening place where all her parts were naked and needy. This inner vista was more horrible than any place she could imagine. She was so exposed here. Mentally, physically, emotionally vulnerable. Helpless.

Primal strength radiated through their bond—his essence merging with hers until weakness crumbled. This creature who broke worlds, dominated species, chose her. His unstoppable force became her armor, his deadly power her salvation.

Gentle, yet so powerful, she couldn’t contain the full knowledge of the exposed parts of him. His being was right here. Everything. Laid out for her to see.

He was nothing like her. His mind didn’t work the same. He had no emotions, not as she could understand them. He would kill for her without a blink, but he could never love her. Had no concept of what she understood as love. But he was hers. Completely.

They were wrapped up together in mutual pain, a shared liquored rapture, wrapped up in each other’s arms. Bound. She was bound to him. He was her bones. She was his flesh. His every movement, encircling and pressing against her, melded her pain and his being, sealing them into a singular entity.

He pumped in long jerks until the shaking of his body took over as he orgasmed. Still in that red space, he broke apart in her mind’s eye. She shattered with him, arms and legs collapsing into pieces until she was screaming, tears running down her cheeks.

All their broken pieces and splintered ends touched, rasped, scraped together.

Reformed into something new.

She was sobbing when his cock slipped free. She grabbed for his thighs, panic hitting her out of nowhere. Was he taking their union away? Was he leaving her? He couldn’t.

She’d die if he did.

“Shhhh.” He took her hand and pressed his mouth against the back. “I’m always with you now, Kitten. Always inside you.”

Sitting back on his folded legs, he took her into his arms and brought her to his chest under his chin.

She’d liked being cradled and calmed when he’d questioned her. In spite of the situation, then, defenseless when she just knew he was manipulating her, she’d relaxed into the soothing warmth of his body heat.

Cara melted against him. Now her urgent need for him had ebbed; she felt the absence of her clothing. He had all the heat.

Then she heard a noise.

“Red,” Bastian called out to whoever had made the noise using his loud, harsh bark.

It made her start with surprise. “Stay where you are.”

She heard the answering slobbery language of the muzzle heads.

Oh god. Were those freaks watching them? Recoiling, she shut her eyes, wishing for invisibility. What she couldn’t see couldn’t hurt her.

“You have something to show me, do you? You will wait in the monitor room.” The commander answered the thing back in English.

It said something back, and she thought she heard it say, ‘human girl.’

“You are clearly a fucking idiot. I said wait. I meant wait,” Bastian said it. He had no fear of the creature at all; his voice dripped with thick condescension.

Lowering his chin, she felt him nuzzle into her hair, the gesture causing her to go gooey on the inside. His arms tightened. He stood, taking her into the air as if she weighed nothing. His size and muscle weren’t just for show, like some of Mr. Danov’s men.

“Let me put you to bed, Kitten. It seems 48001 has information regarding yourself. Was there something you neglected to tell me during our talk earlier?”