are meant to help you accept me, to understand that I mean you no harm and to underscore how important our job is. How important it is that you trust me."
He looked anxiously at her, as if willing her to believe in him.
After what she'd just heard, she had no other choice.
Pulling herself to her feet, she reached for the control panel and deactivated the security restraints. She'd freed him.
She now had a fully functional, enormously handsome Scottish warrior free in her quarters, ready to awaken her sexually.
She had to be completely out of her mind.
Chapter 4
The Command Center Deck of the Magus Prime Heavy Cruiser "Bratlnarf"
The nearly naked female bent over the control panel and obligingly spread her legs. Grunting in anticipation, Commander Bendrick dropped his dickgard, pushed her tail to the side and shoved his erection into her cunt without further ado.
His thrusts drove the woman into the electronic housing, but he paid no attention to her groans as her belly connected with the steel that sheathed the inner workings of his ship.
"Commander," said his second-in-command. "We are nearing the outer beacons of Frallien IV."
Bendrick glanced over, maintaining his rhythmic thrusts into the woman in front of him. "Very well, Sub-commander. Put us into a holding orbit just beyond the beacon and kill the drive engines. I don't want anyone to know we're a little early." His sharp teeth glinted in the subdued lighting of the command panels, and his lips peeled back as he neared his climax.
Hissing now, his ears reddened and his tail curled up on itself. Suddenly, there was a shriek from the woman as she froze, rigid, leaning over the life support system panel.
Commander Bendrick had begun to orgasm, flooding her body with his acidic sperm. His tail quivered and then slowly straightened into a rigid length that stretched nearly to the floor behind him.
The woman writhed as the Sub-commander watched his boss take his relief. He knew that the barb on Commander Bendrick's cock was now tearing through the sheer membrane that protected the womb of the female Magan. It could be painful, or it could be exquisitely erotic.
There was no doubt in the Sub-commander's mind which category this fuck fell into. His commander had no time for the sexual niceties that paved the way to a genuinely magnificent coupling. A quick bang and he was done, and the hell with the woman whose body he was invading.
He was the Commander. It was enough.
And truly, it seemed as if it was. He'd heard some races believed that power was an aphrodisiac, and his Commander was certainly demonstrating that fact. The females on board ship were more than willing to offer their bodies for their Commander's pleasure, even though it would result in pain for them.
The Sub-commander shrugged. Who the hell could understand a woman anyway? At least he knew that his three females were well content with his fucking. No screams of pain from them, just screams of pleasure. His cock throbbed at the thought of them, waiting, naked, in his quarters. Soon he would be able to leave this damned ship and take them home, to start the family he'd always wanted. Perhaps he'd add more mates as time went on...
His idyllic daydream was rudely interrupted by the rough hoarse bark of a Magan male completing his climax.
In a businesslike fashion, Commander Bendrick pulled his now-softening cock out of the dripping body of the female, shook it slightly and tucked it back into his dickgard.
The woman slithered to the floor, sobbing quietly.
Bendrick's eyes slipped to a uniformed guard and he gestured at the woman. The guard, used to such displays, moved forward and helped the woman to her feet and out of the Command Center.
"Good." Bendrick ran his hands through the sparse strands of hairs that dusted his scalp. "We're ahead of schedule."
The Sub-commander dipped his head respectfully, and stepped aside so that Bendrick could see for himself their position in
He looked anxiously at her, as if willing her to believe in him.
After what she'd just heard, she had no other choice.
Pulling herself to her feet, she reached for the control panel and deactivated the security restraints. She'd freed him.
She now had a fully functional, enormously handsome Scottish warrior free in her quarters, ready to awaken her sexually.
She had to be completely out of her mind.
Chapter 4
The Command Center Deck of the Magus Prime Heavy Cruiser "Bratlnarf"
The nearly naked female bent over the control panel and obligingly spread her legs. Grunting in anticipation, Commander Bendrick dropped his dickgard, pushed her tail to the side and shoved his erection into her cunt without further ado.
His thrusts drove the woman into the electronic housing, but he paid no attention to her groans as her belly connected with the steel that sheathed the inner workings of his ship.
"Commander," said his second-in-command. "We are nearing the outer beacons of Frallien IV."
Bendrick glanced over, maintaining his rhythmic thrusts into the woman in front of him. "Very well, Sub-commander. Put us into a holding orbit just beyond the beacon and kill the drive engines. I don't want anyone to know we're a little early." His sharp teeth glinted in the subdued lighting of the command panels, and his lips peeled back as he neared his climax.
Hissing now, his ears reddened and his tail curled up on itself. Suddenly, there was a shriek from the woman as she froze, rigid, leaning over the life support system panel.
Commander Bendrick had begun to orgasm, flooding her body with his acidic sperm. His tail quivered and then slowly straightened into a rigid length that stretched nearly to the floor behind him.
The woman writhed as the Sub-commander watched his boss take his relief. He knew that the barb on Commander Bendrick's cock was now tearing through the sheer membrane that protected the womb of the female Magan. It could be painful, or it could be exquisitely erotic.
There was no doubt in the Sub-commander's mind which category this fuck fell into. His commander had no time for the sexual niceties that paved the way to a genuinely magnificent coupling. A quick bang and he was done, and the hell with the woman whose body he was invading.
He was the Commander. It was enough.
And truly, it seemed as if it was. He'd heard some races believed that power was an aphrodisiac, and his Commander was certainly demonstrating that fact. The females on board ship were more than willing to offer their bodies for their Commander's pleasure, even though it would result in pain for them.
The Sub-commander shrugged. Who the hell could understand a woman anyway? At least he knew that his three females were well content with his fucking. No screams of pain from them, just screams of pleasure. His cock throbbed at the thought of them, waiting, naked, in his quarters. Soon he would be able to leave this damned ship and take them home, to start the family he'd always wanted. Perhaps he'd add more mates as time went on...
His idyllic daydream was rudely interrupted by the rough hoarse bark of a Magan male completing his climax.
In a businesslike fashion, Commander Bendrick pulled his now-softening cock out of the dripping body of the female, shook it slightly and tucked it back into his dickgard.
The woman slithered to the floor, sobbing quietly.
Bendrick's eyes slipped to a uniformed guard and he gestured at the woman. The guard, used to such displays, moved forward and helped the woman to her feet and out of the Command Center.
"Good." Bendrick ran his hands through the sparse strands of hairs that dusted his scalp. "We're ahead of schedule."
The Sub-commander dipped his head respectfully, and stepped aside so that Bendrick could see for himself their position in
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