Page 43 of Uncovered By the Alien Commander
Disfunction
Love Shanks sways herample hips as she leads me through the ornate corridor of floor seventy-two. It features the same black and gold trimmed surfaces, complemented by plush red carpets. Lewd golden statues and suggestive holographic projections line the walls, escalating to a promise of exotic intrigue within these rooms.
My alluring Tuskarian companion smirks at me, fluttering her long eyelashes as she waves her wrist console over the black door’s mechanism, releasing the lock with a satisfying click. I step inside with my hands on her hips, leaning in closer to sniff her neck and hair, enjoying her clean, fruity scent. The expansive room, with a low amber glow, catches my eye. It features agrand bed adorned with black sheets and purple cushions, large enough to hold even me.
I waste no time. The exquisite Love Shanks stokes my need to a raging torrent. Pressing her back against the wall, filling her space with my dominating body. “Has anyone told you how sexy your little tusk is?” I ask, my voice low and husky as I trace my fingers over her single ivory protrusion. She shudders at my touch as I draw her gaze to mine, my golden eyes flashing with primal hunger.
“Just you—” Love Shanks responds with a breathy whisper, until I trace my claws gently along her soft, inviting thighs, my gaze unwavering as I revel at the sight of her lust and fear mixing in a potent cocktail. She gasps as I extend a claw, following the contours of her milky-colored shoulders till it slips under the strap of her red dress. With a swift motion, I free her from the dress, sending it to drift downward, freeing her beauty.
I drink in the sight of her, a gift from the Gods. Love Shanks attempts to protect her modesty, but such considerations are trite now. I tut as I move her hands to her side. Her four ample heavy breasts sit with perfect balance, projecting little, bold, dark nipples that beg to be touched and fondled. The scent of her musk tickles my senses as I close my eyes, breathing deep as it stokes my Rush. Tracing a hand around her broad hips leading towards her flaxen colored mound, I press in closer, nibbling her fuzzy ear with my fangs.
She gasps and shudders at my eager attentions. “You’re like a beast,” she moans through hot breaths filling the intimate space between us, this space which belongs to us, as the world outside fades to nothingness.
With a primal snarl, I run my fingers along her thigh, that grows tantalizingly softer with each inch closer to her core. Her beautiful moistness awaits me as I caress the folds of her femininity. “Such a good girl,” I mutter, as I lean downto pant kisses along her supple neck that Love Shanks arches submissively into a silent plea for more.
I work my way towards her plump luscious lips... Then, I’m stuck with the sudden urge to retch. Like I’ve just swallowed all the ships slop at once. It pauses me in my tracks, an overwhelming wrongness churning inside me.What’s happening?I’m compelled to take a step back as I scratch the back of my neck, my mind a muddle of conflicting thoughts.
“Are you okay?” Love Shanks asks, her hair a ruffled mess as concern spreads over her pretty face.
“Yeah... I think so,” I reply, yet the spark of my desire is now replaced by a creeping repulsion of unease and doubt. Love Shanks takes a step forward, placing a hand against my chest armor. “Let me get you out of that armor,” she whispers with gorgeous seduction now wasted on me.
As she fumbles with the latches of my chest plate, her scent, once beautiful and intoxicating, now wrinkles my nose with a revulsion that shocks me. And her snouted face, once attractive, now appears strange and unfamiliar to my eyes.Not like Tyrxie’s face. Hers is perfect, similar to our lost female Klendathians.The realization hits me like a kick from a borack, that this is her fault somehow.
I wave a dismissive hand to Love Shanks as I retreat to the edge of the bed with my head buried in my hands. My mind races, wondering what in the void Tyrxie has done to me.Is it not enough that she robs me of my pride but now of my very male essence, too? How is this possible that she can dominate my mind and my body like this? It’s an affront to nature and the very Gods themselves that Tyrxie can reduce me to this!
“Um...do you want me to stay?” Love Shanks interrupts my troubled thoughts, her voice full of uncertainty as she slips back into her crimson dress. I almost don’t hear her query, so engrossed in my own inner turmoil.
“No, go to Noroth if you’re of a mind,” I reply, offering a tight smile that only touches my lips, my face veiled behind my fingers.
“I think I will. You really got me worked up,” Love Shanks giggles as she rushes over, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Shame, I really liked you... golden stud,” she says, her tone sweet, but her words only enhance the tragedy.
Love Shanks turns with grace, her hips swaying, approaching the exit. “This is my shame, not yours,” I call out to her, prompting her to halt with a hand resting upon the door handle.
“If you don’t mind me saying,” Love Shanks begins before glancing downward. “I saw something like this once before, a male who had lost his life-mate,” she says absently, her eyes meeting mine. “He still loved her, and couldn’t bring himself to... well, you know. Maybe... maybe you’re in love?” she finishes, her words hanging in the air, as she exits the door, taking herself and my sanity with her.
“Love?” I whisper the word, tasting its unfamiliarity upon my lips. Is that what is happening to me?Do I love a female that I know almost nothing about, one who hates and fears me?I take a deep breath, attempting to quell the rising tide of confusion within me.
No, it’s not love. I admit I find the female intriguing, yearning to learn more about her, finding her petite frame both ridiculous and yet fascinating, wondering how her pale nakedness would feel pressed next to my body, peering down into her sad green eyes, that turn to lust as I brush my hand along her softness...
My body betrays me, my cock stirring beneath the weight of my armor, a physical manifestation of the turmoil within. “Void sake!” I erupt from the bed to pace around the room in a frenzy of disbelief at my treacherous erection.
“This can’t be happening!” I shout, my fist swinging with impotent rage through the air. “Is it because she’s human?” I shake my head. “But I never felt this way towards Rocks.”
Rocks is far too petite for my tastes and Tyrxie is even smaller still, but she stalks my mind as merciless as a venefex. There is something deeper at play, something that defies logic and reason.
And then, like a bolt of lightning illuminating the darkness, it hits me with stunning clarity.
Tyrxie is my bonded female.
It’s the only answer to all these contradictions. The realization presses down upon me, shocking me to my core. I never dared consider it until now, the immense odds stacked against it.
When Krogoth and I traveled to Earth, along with our small party. He and only he had a bond with a single female—Rocks, out of all the human females on the planet, proving the chances are many billions to one, and yet Tyrxie lost aboard a rust bucket mercenary ship, is my bonded mate?
If only I had access to Astraxius’ scanner, I could verify the truth of it. With a resigned sigh, I concede defeat, for deep within the recesses of my soul, I know it to be true. How could the Gods be so cruel, to bond me with a female I cannot claim, one who hates me with such vitriol she forbids me to approach her?
Did Krogoth have to grapple with these troubling thoughts when with Rocks? I chuckle with a sardonic twist at the thought, wishing I could seek counsel from my old friend, the only one in the entire universe who could understand my plight.What fate awaits me if I can’t mate her?Will the bond drive me to the brink of madness or be content to render me impotent? Both prospects are equally awful.Or is there hope with enough time and distance the incessant pull of the bond will become naught but a distant memory, a mere humorous tale to recite?
With a resolute breath, I harden my nerve, resigned to endure the unyielding tug of the bond, knowing there is no other option. This room now fills me with stifling distaste, with its gaudy décor a constant reminder of what I’ve lost, urging me towards the corridor. Indeed, even the very building itself leaves a bitter taste in my mouth as my vision catches sight of the lustful holographic projections.