"No one can hear you scream in space.
Or at least no one can hear you outside of your soundproof cabin. Which is a good thing considering how much I’m screaming right now."
Lana was all set to start her career in the solid, staid world of academics when she happened to catch a holograph from the Universal Imperial Fleet's recruiting center. Despite protests from her advisors and peers, she commits to becoming a professional soldier. Right when she's sure she's made a terrible mistake, Lana catches the electric-blue eye of First Commander Arviel.
A hybrid with the height of a giant and the gorgeous, muscular body to match, First Commander Arviel decides Lana is his and carefully bides his time to make it so.
Lana never had a chance. Now, obedient to his every command and crazed with passion she has no choice but to submit to his every wicked desire...
WARNING: This short story contains explicit language and sexual content. Oral, anal, domination, and submission are explored in graphic detail.
No one can hear you scream in space.
Or at least no one can hear you outside of your soundproof cabin. Which is a good thing considering how much I’m screaming right now.
And moaning, panting, sobbing, and every other adjective one can use to describe the thorough fucking I’m experiencing.
“Yes! Harder, damn you!” I demand, greedy and crazed with legs spread as wide as they can possibly go.
Sadistic as always, Arviel ignores my command and continues his slow pace. He slides only half of his rod inside me, which would be more than plenty if I wasn’t such an insatiable bitch.
I want it all and I want it all now.
I moan my wishes to him, arching up high to kiss his beautiful, angular jaw. He bites my neck instead. I nearly come right then and there but I know better. Clenching my eyes shut, I force my body to behave. I clench rhythmically around Arviel, fighting to stop the tremors in my belly to recede.
He slows his pace even further. Not to help, but to test my control.
My mouth drops open. I languorously press my lips to his skin, dizzy with the taste of his sweat. I love his scent when he’s clean, sweating, or covered in blood but I love his scent most of all when he’s covered with me.
Stretched so wide around his glorious cock, my naked pussy is working hard against my wishes. It clings to him wetly, giving enough luscious friction to keep me hovering on the edge of orgasm. I briefly regret having my pubic hair permanently removed when on downtime in the Alpha Centauri System last star year. I’m so sensitive now that it taxes my concentration to keep from coming.
“Don’t do it, Lana.”
His growl doesn’t help. Arviel had punished me more often than not for coming without his permission since my Alpha Centauri visit. If there was one thing Arviel had no tolerance for it was disobedience.
On deck or in bed.
Granted, we both enjoyed the outcome of my rebellion but I still hated losing in our battle of wills.
Thinking about losing is enough to beat back my crest. My breathing, quick and jerky, smoothes out. I lay back, body loosening from its coil. Still, my nipples tighten further, aching for his mouth to distract them from the purity of delayed gratification.
Satisfied I’ve ceded to his wishes, Arviel begins to move a bit faster. Mesmerized, I watch his cock, tinted a pale blue like the rest of his body, slide into me. I start breathing faster again. I’m addicted to the erotic sight of watching Arviel fuck me, careful and controlled just like the First Commander he is in all things.
The muscles in my thighs stand out, sleek and hard from years of training in the Universal Imperial Fleet—all of which were under this man.
Arviel grips my ass harder, spreading my cheeks so his fingertips can reach between them to play. I’m so wet he’s able to easily slide inside.
I can’t tell if he’s in a merciful mood or not. If he had done this to me right before there’d be no way I could keep from coming. However, feeling his long fingers fill my ass along with his cock filling my pussy—oh, stars! I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
I whimper his name. Arviel responds by sliding into me a bit further.
Fuck! He can be such a bastard sometimes.
I reach out. The fingers on my right hand are quickly drenched from my juices. I can barely encircle my lover’s cock with those fingers—he’s that thick.
Arviel pulls his delicious spear out, leaving only the wide tip inside me. His fingers retreat. I can feel my cunt pulsing and grasping at him. I stroke him fast, pressing my fingers hard. Every vein and ridge burns itself in my palm’s memory.
Damn, but I love this man’s cock. I’m not sure if it’s because it was my first and the only one that’s ever counted. All I know is I’d do anything to feel it in my hand, mouth, pussy, and ass. I thrust my hips up, doing my best to force Arviel deeper inside me. He pins me still with one large hand. “Don’t move, Lana.”
I obey like the good soldier I am.