Commander Talyn
I’d spent several minutes just watching her before I’d approached her in that square. Her body language had reminded me of a cornered animal at times and a proud warrior at others. It was obvious that she hadn’t come to the meeting unarmed, but I wasn’t particularly worried about death because I was incredibly hard to kill.
I could survive a bullet wound. My skin could be punctured, but it would heal quickly. I could walk into a fire and survive. It would be painful, and my flesh would burn, but it wouldn’t be the cause of my death. I could lose a limb and it would grow back. The only thing I’d yet to test because it would probably be particularly unpleasant for me was complete dismemberment. I was in no rush to attempt that.
I’d only taken the meeting because the humans were growing tiresome. They kept attacking at our fringes and taking out my lesser soldiers. They’d caused enough damage to irritate my reigning leaders and I’d been assigned the task of subduingthem. For years, we’d ignored the city, thinking that eventually the humans would die out, but they were persistent little bastards that insisted on fucking, having babies, and surviving long beyond their welcome.
Honestly, they were just a pain in the ass, and I was hoping they’d be dumb enough to send their leader so that I could do him the honor of killing him myself.
Instead, they’d sent her. A small human woman who was probably one-hundred forty pounds soaking wet.
When I’d first seen her, I’d been taken aback. I’d felt insulted that they would send someone like her in the general’s place, but then I’d considered that they were probably banking on my sympathies, or at least trying to. Human women were pretty to look at, but I’d never cared much for them. None of them had caught my interest before.
We didn’t have much need for human women. We were more than capable of replicating ourselves without them. Since the rise of my kind, the superior species, we’d taken all the things that humans had developed and made them better, including their lab research. We could make more of us in a petri dish and we had been doing that for years.
All that considered though, we still enjoyed a human woman from time to time, but it was more for sport and our pleasure than anything else. Nothing could compare to the sheath of a human woman, the hot wet tight feeling of her clenching hard around our cocks. I’d even seen several of them with swollen bellies, so I knew that we were at least compatible in that way.
Maybe the humans had thought to distract me with her body?
Truthfully, it was a very nice body. Her jeans were ripped and thin in places, but that only made the cloth hug her curves even more tightly. Her legs were long, lean, and incredibly toned from living in the ruggedness that was human territory. Her hips were full, and her waist taut. Her breasts seemed like more than a handful as well. Her eyes were a deep blue, like that of the ocean and her long blonde hair was tied up and kept off her face in a messy bun.
I wanted to take it out. I wanted to see how long it was.
She made me curious. Honestly, it was a strange feeling. Why her?
I gritted my teeth and held my palm out to her. She would come with me. She’d tried to murder me, and she would pay for what she did. I would make sure of it myself. No one else would touch her except for me.
She’d been sent to kill me, and she’d put in a solid effort. She was well trained. I had no doubt that she would excel in hand-to-hand combat, but there was an innocence in her gaze that could not be hidden. I could see it from miles away.
I was the first she’d tried to kill herself.
But at the same time, she’d been unable to walk away. She’d saved me—maybe from the rest of her human brigade. I wasn’t sure and for some reason that intrigued me. What was she playing at? Was there another goal she had in mind?
Whatever she’d injected me with had been terrible. It had paralyzed me and scalded me with its burning flame from the inside out. I’d felt it pumping through my veins and the only choice I had was to suffer until my body processed it. Still, I felt its simmering burning ache.
I couldn’t be sure, but I didn’t think she had any further ideas about ending me. There was nothing about her demeanor that told me she did. If anything, she seemed petrified of me now that she’d tried her best to kill me and here I was, still alive.
I should want to end her for what she did. I should want to reach out for her and tear that human head right off her shoulders, but I didn’t.
I wanted something else.
I wanted to punish her. I wanted to teach her a lesson about the way the world was now.
I wanted to hear the sounds she made when she finally realized that I would conquer her completely.
That her place as a human wasbeneathme.
Her blue eyes stared back at me with iron resolve and there was a part of me that wanted to break her of that. My palm itched.
I’d seen my brethren deal with a few wayward human females in the past. I’d been fascinated by the pink color their hand had painted across the fullest part of their bottoms and between their legs. I’d watched handprints rise on their breasts and it had made my cock unfathomably hard when they’d taken off their belts and whipped them with the leather strap until they sobbed and pleaded for forgiveness.
I’d never felt the need to have a human female in that way.
But this one… this one almost felt like an offering for me to take and I didn’t want to walk away from that.
I’d given her a choice. I hadn’t told her how I was going to punish her, just that she would get to live if she took my hand. Her eyes had never even shown a glimmer of indecision.
When her fingers finally glanced against my own, I’d wrapped them within mine as if I was her safety blanket. She sighed almost in relief before I jerked her toward me. It was a bit ruthless, but I’d intended it to be. She fell forward and I caught her, only to throw her up over my shoulder as I got to my feet. Her gasp of surprise was delicious.
