Her Commanders

by M. K. Eidem

  Taking a step back, he hooked an arm around her waist and lifted her as his other hand pressed between her shoulder blades, bending her over. What he saw before him rivaled anything the universe outside the viewport had to offer.

  Ripping open his pants, his cock fell out, landing along the crease between the two perfectly-formed, pale mounds of the flesh of her ass. Rocking his hips back, he coated his cock with the slickness from the release he'd just given her, then lifting her even higher, set the head of his cock at her entrance.

  "Hang on," was the only warning he gave before he thrust deep, impaling her on his cock.

  Cali barely noticed the way Taarig positioned her as she tried to get her body back under control. She knew her eyes were glowing, so she kept them closed even though her back was to him, unsure if they would reflect in the viewport. She couldn't believe the orgasm Taarig had just given her, and he hadn't even used his cock. What was it with these Apre males?

  When he'd ordered her to 'hang on' in that stern, commanding tone, she'd obeyed without question, pressing her palms against the viewport. That was all the time she had before she felt as if she were being split in half and screamed.

  Taarig instantly froze at Cali's scream. Gods, what had he been thinking? Where was the legendary control of an Apre male? Between him and Jamis, he was the more sensitive lover. He was the one that made sure the female had all the soft, gentle touches she needed before and after they took her and prepared her to take an Apreian-sized cock because so many couldn't. Yet, he hadn't done any of that with Cali, even after feeling how tight she was, accepting just two of his fingers. Fingers that were less than half the width of his cock.

  "Ruk, your big," she gasped, resting her flushed forehead against the cool wall as her body adjusted to his size. If she'd been full Earthan, she was sure he would have torn her in two. Taking a deep breath, she allowed her power to flow to where she needed it, and in moments the sharp pain she felt disappeared, allowing her to enjoy Taarig's girth.

  Taarig's fingers tightened on her hips as he prepared to pull out of her, hopefully without causing her further harm, when a strange warmth surrounded his cock and the extreme tension in her body left.

  "Gods, that's better," she murmured as she pushed against the viewport, taking him deeper.

  "Don't," he gritted out, stunned that she was able to move at all; apparently, his grip wasn't as strong as he'd thought.

  "I'm fine." She tried to move again but when she couldn't, looked over her shoulder at him. "Or I would be if you'd fuck me."

  Taarig couldn't believe what she was saying. He would have sworn he'd harmed her with his lack of control, but now the walls of her channel were telling a completely different story as they clenched then relaxed around his cock. "Are you sure, little one?"

  His concern wrapped around her in a way that surprised her. Except for her family and a very few select friends, no one was ever concerned about her well-being. After all, they saw her as Earthan, someone easily injured and soon to be gone. So why should they invest the time or energy? That Taarig did penetrated the wall around her carefully-guarded heart.

  "I'm sure," she told him. "Now fuck me!"

  Taarig needed no more encouragement and thrust forward, filling her completely again and again. Gods, she was still so tight, so slick, and every time he filled her, she moaned as he hit a specific spot.

  "There," she cried out, pressing back with every one of his forward thrusts. "Right there. Don't stop!"

  Taarig didn't. He thrust even harder, knowing he'd found her second erogenous zone. He wanted to hear her scream his name again, but this time when she released, it would be around his cock. With the way his balls were tightening, he knew he wouldn't last much longer. Using a finger, he found her clit and rubbed the swollen nub.

  Within moments, she was screaming out her release just as he'd wanted. Then her walls constricted around his cock so strongly that he couldn't hold back any longer. His release had him seeing stars and not the ones beyond the viewport.

  Chapter Eight

  Cali couldn't believe the release she'd just experienced. She'd felt it throughout her entire being. Her power had grabbed onto Taarig, and it hadn't wanted to let go. Thank the Gods he hadn't seemed to notice. Lifting her head from between her arms where it had fallen during her orgasm, she stared out into the vastness of space, grateful not to see glowing eyes reflected back at her. Why she wasn't sure, but now wasn't the time to consider it.

  She felt Taarig slowly pull out of her, and her feet returned to the floor. Straightening, she turned, hoping he couldn't see how exposed she felt when her gaze locked with his. But before she could say anything, Taarig reached up and touched his link.

  "Alright." His gaze still locked with hers, and she felt a sick sense of déja vu. "I'm on my way."

  "The door automatically opens when you approach." She made sure her voice stayed level, that it revealed none of the hurt churning up inside her, but when she would have moved around him, he blocked her way.

  "I do need to leave, but not just yet." Leaning down, he gently captured her lips for a long, soft, drawn-out kiss. "I don't want there to be any misunderstandings between us, Cali," he continued once he finally released her lips. "That transmission was real. If I had my way, I'd be carrying you into your resting chamber and fucking you for the remainder of the rest cycle."

  Cali's breath caught because that was what she wanted too. Yet she couldn't let him know that because if she did, he could hurt her.

  "Who said I would have let you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

  "I do," he growled, tucking his cock back into his pants. Grabbing a thin throw from a nearby chair, he gently wrapped it around her shoulders. "I want you to have third meal with me, with us, in our private dining area."

  "Don't you think you should check with the Commander first?" she asked, pulling the ends of the throw together as she walked around him. She knew the 'private dining area' Taarig was referring to was Jamis’s private living area. It was where they always took their meal with a female when they shared her.

  "No," he told her, adjusting the rest of his uniform. He knew Jamis wanted to fuck Cali again as badly as he already did. "So, third meal tomorrow?"

  "I can't," she told him, leaning over to pick up her tattered clothing. "I work tomorrow."

  Taarig's cock hardened so fast at that tantalizing view she didn't seem to realize she was giving him that it took him a moment to realize she'd said no.

  When was the last time a female had said no to a meal with him and Jamis?

  "You're the owner," he said. "Surely, you can reschedule your hours."

  "I can," she turned to give him a hard look, "but I won't. I realize I'm just some lowly bar owner to you, but I have people that depend on me, and I take that responsibility just as seriously as you do, Sub Commander."

  Taarig suddenly realized just how badly he'd overstepped. Ruk, he hadn't meant to imply… he was immediately in front of her.

  "I'm sorry," he said, shocking himself. When was the last time he'd said that? "I didn't mean it that way. Tell me when you're available to have third meal with us, and I'll make sure our schedule is clear."

  Cali couldn't stop her mouth from dropping open. She'd never heard of Jamis and Taarig arranging their schedule to accommodate a female. Not even for the initial encounter. They didn't have to.

  "When, Cali?" he asked; using a gentle finger under her chin, he closed her mouth.

  "Three days," she found herself telling him.

  "Then I'll see you in three standard-days." Leaning down, he gave her one final, hard kiss then forced himself to move away from her.

  "Take the first passage on the right," she told him and watched him disappear down it. Moving to the chair where Taarig had gotten the throw from, she collapsed down into it. What in the name of the Gods had just happened?

  ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

  "Mae, there's a problem at the large viewport table," Ujana said
as she set her tray down on the bar two days later.

  "What kind of problem?" Mae asked as she finished mixing the orders before her.

  "A male is trying to buy a drink for Vaine Masala."

  "You know the policy, Ujana."

  "I do, and I told him she is on the restricted list, but he is getting aggressive about it."

  "Tell him to come to the bar," Cali said, moving behind Mae to get a bottle. "I'll deal with him."

  Ujana nodded and walked away.

  "I'm the one that's supposed to deal with problem customers." Mae ignored the customer, trying to give her his order, to confront Cali.

  Cali had watched as day-by-day, Mae's confidence in her abilities to manage The Brink had grown, but there were still times, like right now, when all that confidence turned to stardust.

  "Which you do very well, but I created this problem, so I'll deal with it." She gave her a reassuring smile. "You could notify Tay, though, and let him know I may need him inside."

  Mae's eyes widened for a moment, then she touched her link and spoke quietly before turning back to serving customers.

  Cali moved to wait on customers at the far end of the bar. Altercations weren't uncommon in The Brink; it's why they had Protectors. But fights usually occurred a lot later in the dark shift after a great deal more alcohol had been consumed. She wasn't taking any chances when Mae was so heavy with offspring.

  She was glad she had when Ujana approached with a male Hogg stomping behind her. How had she missed his arrival? Hoggs were a large species. Large in the sense that they were extremely heavy. The older the Hogg, the more they weighed, and the longer their tusks were that grew out of their lower jaw then curved up, protecting their snout and eyes.

  Most establishments banned Hoggs because of the repulsive stench their love of miasma worms gave them. This male seemed to be one of the rare few that had altered his eating habits so he could travel relatively freely.

  Why, in the name of the Gods, would Vaine Masala be associating with a Hogg?

  Then it hit her.

  Vaine was getting back at her for banning Nox and was trying to get Cali to back down from making Vaine pay for her own drinks. It was a good strategy because few stood up to a Hogg, but Vaine had no idea who she was dealing with. Cali had been standing up to larger, more powerful males her entire life, and this Hogg had nothing on them. Still, she was grateful when out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tay move closer so other beings wouldn't be hurt.

  The patrons she'd been serving moved aside quickly as the Hogg's belly bumped into the edge of the bar.

  "I need drink for my female," the Hogg snorted.

  "I'd be happy to get her one," Cali responded, "but Vaine Masala has to come up and use her credit chip to pay for it."

  The Hogg leaned forward, slamming his beefy fists down on the bar. He then snorted into her face. "I pay for my female."

  "Then you'll have to go somewhere else to do that because Vaine Masala is on The Brink's restricted list. She knows that even if you don't."

  "Not matter." He slammed his fists down again. "I pay."

  Conversations died away as everyone in The Brink waited to see what was going to happen, and Tay took a step forward. Cali shot him a look that told him to remain where he was, then leaned across the bar, crooking a finger at the Hogg so he'd lean down. When he did, she spoke quietly.

  "I realize you believe you are being refused because you are Hogg, but that is not true. Vaine knows she's on the restricted list and is using you to cause a scene. Now, this is going to work one of two ways. You are either going to let her continue to use you, which means there will be a fight, one that even if you win, you lose because you will be banned from all Coalition and Wik Corp establishments." She let that sink in for a moment. Hoggs weren't an unintelligent species. They were just rude and boorish, which was off-putting to many. "Or I will serve you the drink of your choice, on the House, and you can return to your table and see if Vaine is really your female or just trying to use you."

  The Hogg silently stared at her for several long moments, and the tension ratcheted up in the room. Finally, his eyes went to the wall of bottles behind her. When they suddenly lit up, she knew she had him.

  "Apreian skotsk. Glass full. No ice."

  Cali hid her cringe at how he wanted the drink served. Apreian skotsk needed ice to bring out its flavor, but if that's how he wanted it, so be it.

  "I'll be right back with that," she told him, then turned to enter the code to the hidden cubby, just as she had with Jamis, and returned with the bottle. She paused as she reached for the traditional glass for the drink. Looking at the Hogg, she picked up a larger glass. While large, this Hogg wasn't yet considered an adult, at least not in Hogg society since his tusks didn't fully encircle his face, protecting it from attack. If another older Hogg were present, he'd force this one into submission with no regard to the humiliation it would cause the younger one. It was the way of the Hogg.

  Cali wouldn't do that.

  Setting the large glass in front of him, she watched his eyes widen as she continued to pour until it was nearly overflowing. With more finesse than his thick fingers indicated he had, he lifted the glass and took a large sip. Then with the slightest of nods to Cali, he walked back to his table.

  The bar's noise level gradually returned to normal as the Hogg plodded his way across the room.

  "Gods," Mae quietly said as she walked up behind Cali. "I can't believe you were able to talk him down."

  "Hoggs aren't that hard to understand." At Mae's skeptical look, she started to chuckle. "They really aren't. It's all about respect for them, especially the younger ones, because they get so little of it from their own kind. If you show it to them, they will show it to you."

  "I never knew that; he's the first Hogg I've ever met."

  "These are the things you need to know to be a good manager." At Mae's distressed look, she quickly continued. "That's not a criticism, Mae. You've only had the position for a few weeks. You will learn, and I will help you. Now, let's get back to serving the rest of our customers."

  ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

  Vaine shoved open the heavy door of The Brink, unable to believe that rukking Hogg had turned on her and all for a single glass of Apreian skotsk! She'd put up with his appalling behavior, had even snuggled up next to his disgusting, prickly body. All he had to do was buy her one rukking drink.

  "How'd it go?" Nox asked but could already tell.

  "How do you think it went?" she fired back.

  "Apparently, not the way you wanted. Look, Vaine, it's time to let this go."

  "Let it go? LET IT GO?" she screeched at him. "No rukking way. That rukking Earthan disrespected me. Disrespected you. She'll pay for that."

  "Well, I'm out." He knew she didn't realize that the way she spoke to him disrespected him more than Cali ever had. "You're a good fuck, but unlike you, I have a career to worry about. One that is already suffering because I let you talk me into using Cali's chip."

  "You're blaming me?!" Vaine couldn't believe it.

  "No," he denied, knowing it was time for him to take responsibility for what he'd done. "I'm the one that found the chip. I'm the one that used it. And I'm the one that will pay back all the charges because we both know that you never pay for anything."

  "Ruk you, Nox."

  "You already have, and I already am. Goodbye, Vaine." With that, he turned and walked away.

  "You'll be sorry, Nox!" she yelled after him. "You and that Earthan bitch! I'll make sure you both pay."

  ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

  "What do you think we should have tomorrow?" Jamis asked Taarig as he walked across his private quarters to pour them each a glass of skotsk.

  "What do you mean?" Taarig followed him into the room and sat down.

  "Cali's Earthan." He handed Taarig a glass.

  "I am aware."

  "She might have certain… requirements." Jamis had no idea what those would be and hoped Taarig
did.

  That had Taarig's glass pausing as he raised it to his lips. In all the cycles they'd been together, Jamis had never concerned himself with the female's food preferences. He knew the way he’d left Cali still bothered Jamis, especially after he'd told him about his own experience with her.

  "If she does, they can't be that unusual," Taarig finally said, taking a sip of his drink.

  "Why do you think that?"

  "Because she's been on this Star Base for nearly four standard-years. She wouldn't have stayed if she couldn't tolerate the food."

  Jamis nodded his agreement. "So, the usual?"

  "I was thinking Cali would enjoy trying Gyr."

  It was Jamis’s turn to be surprised. Gyr was a special delicacy from their homeworld and very hard to acquire this far from Apre. They only had a limited amount left on the Star Base. Enough for two Apre-sized portions, which meant Taarig was suggesting they make it serve three. He was amazed to find that didn't bother him. In fact, he liked the thought of providing Cali with such a luxury.

  ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

  Cali fell back on her bed and let out a tired sigh. Gods, tonight was one for the archives, and it was all because of that Hogg. Who, she'd found out, was called Hamm of all things. She'd about spit her drink in Hamm's face when he'd told her. Her mother loved to tell her about all the different foods on Earth and the animals. She'd compare them to what there was in the rest of the universe. It was a way for her to teach Cali about her Earthan half.

  Later in the night, Hamm had also done something she never believed a Hogg could do.

  He'd danced.

  With abandon.

  The floor of The Brink shook as Hamm had bounced to the beat of the music, and for a while, she'd worried the transparent flashing floor wouldn't hold. But it had, and after a time, others had joined Hamm. It had indeed been a sight to see.