The Commander's Fated Mate

by Lily Anton

  He took a step towards her, standing between her legs as he loomed over her, his hands making quick work of the buttons there before it was completely unbuttoned. Her own hands immediately began roaming over his gorgeous abs which tensed under her fingertips.

  Considering their height difference, especially while she was sitting, her hands chose to wander lower, moving to his pants which she began undo, and ignoring the large bulge just a few inches below; one that was moving in anticipation.

  His shirt now tossed aside, he stood frozen between her legs, allowing her this moment to tease as she unzipped him.

  Ezon’s main cock was struggling against the confines of his underclothing, the tentacles around it causing the fabric to twist and turn.

  It was a sign of his need for her that he had not been able to control them, especially not as she leaned forward, her warm mouth oh so close as she hooked her fingers on either side of the last bit of fabric between them and pulled it down just enough so that she could-

  He jerked towards her with a strangled moan, his hands gripping her shoulders as she placed a kiss on his main cock. It was the most exquisite form of torture and if he didn’t have her soon, he would climax where he stood.

  “Enough…” he gasped, just as she’d drawn a tentacle into her mouth, sucking on it softly. “If I am to spill my true seed, it will be within your body…”

  Leila drew a shuddering breath at the thought, looking up to find him gazing down at her with eyes of pure silver.

  Getting to her feet, she turned around, moving her hair to one side as he stood behind her, listening to him make quick work to remove his remaining clothing until she felt him press his naked body against her, his cock nudging her back.

  He only took enough of a step away from her to begin to unbutton her dress; his large yet slender fingers easily undoing each one as he caressed her skin along the way. When she felt his hands on the back of her bra, she shook her head.

  “Leave that for now,” she warned teasingly, knowing he was probably arching a brow at the request. Still, he played along, continuing down until the very last button right above her backside was opened.

  The air felt cool against her back, goosebumps forming as the palms of his hands slid under the fabric by her hips, slowly moving upwards until they settled on her shoulders.

  Inch by inch he pushed the gown down her arms, his hands cupping her breasts playfully and chuckling as she moaned, before pulling the silky fabric over them and downwards.

  Removing her hands from the sleeves, the top of the dress pooled at her hips for a moment as gravity did the rest and it fell around her feet.

  “What…” She heard him clear his throat and try again. “What are you wearing?”

  Even though he was still behind her, there was no mistaking the multiple straps that criss-crossed her hips, giving her choice of lingerie a touch of bondage.

  “Maybe you should turn me around and find out?” the words barely out of her mouth before he was doing just that.

  He looked down at her like a man half-starved, eyes still glowing silver as he stared at her breasts, which were all but spilling out of her bra. More black satin straps covered her chest in an intricate spider’s web of fabric, matching what was around her hips.

  His eyes continued downwards, stopping when they settled between her thighs.

  She fought the instinct to cover herself. She wasn’t a supermodel, while the Debir she was baring herself to could have easily been one.

  Suddenly his lips were by her ear, growling as if in warning. “I can smell your desire. Do you have any idea what you do to me…”

  Leila’s self-consciousness evaporated at his words, her hand wrapping around his main cock as the tentacles surrounding it curled themselves around her hand as if to keep her there.

  “Yes,” she whispered back, grinning as he thrust into her hand. “I have some idea. Now please, take me to bed.”

  Within moments she was picked up, her hands around the nape of his neck as he used one hand to hold her body and the other to make their way onto the center of the bed.

  His mouth crashed into hers as she lay underneath him, keeping his hips hovering inches over her clothed sex.

  She moaned in frustration, even as she deepened the kiss, her hands moving to grip his waist and try and press him against her. It was a pointless action considering his strength and size, and he enjoyed watching her squirm.

  Her breasts were the perfect size for his hands, made just for him as he massaged them, enjoying their weight and softness. Leila had asked him not to remove their harness, but he did not need to do so for what he had planned.

  “Where are you go-oh!” Leila’s back arched as he’d pulled down the front of her bra, her nipples popping up in attention, one hand pinching a dusky pink bud while his mouth descended on the other.

  “Fuuuuck...” His fingers knew just how much to squeeze, and his tongue was twirling around the other as he hummed in satisfaction. For a man that didn’t have prior experience with breasts before, he had been a quick study.

  She wanted him so badly yet her embarrassment from her earlier confession was still bouncing around in her mind.

  “My love, are you alright?”

  He had pulled away, looking down at her with such concern that it made her chest hurt. The fact that he would just stop to check in with her…

  “You are crying. What is wrong? Have I hurt you?!”

  Crying? What?

  Leila blinked, his alarm clearing her thoughts as she felt tears trail down either side of her face.

  What was fucking wrong with her? She did not cry during sex.

  “Nothing is wrong. Hey,” she placed a hand on his cheek, trying to keep him still when he was obviously trying to inspect her for possible injuries. “Nothing is wrong. I am happy. I am so very happy.”

  His wide eyes made it clear he did not quite believe she was alright, but her smile was warm and filled with love that he could feel emanating from her. “You are certain?”

  A small laugh escaped her as she gazed at him. The fearless Commander Ezon looking scared. How could she be anything but honest with him?

  “You are my happiness...”

  His eyes softened as he kissed her lips with a gentle fondness no one else would ever see. “As you are mine.”

  She lifted her head to kiss him again, only to find air as he buried his head into her shoulder. “Ezon?”

  “I do not wish to pressure you into having a child,” he whispered.

  Leila’s eyes widened in realization. “Ezon…Ezon, look at me…” she urged softly. His eyes glowed and dulled in rapid succession as he did as she asked. “I have made my choice. If you don’t want to have a child, then we don’t have to-”

  His body relaxed over hers as he captured her lips again. “I am honored you choose me.”

  “Remember that next time you’re angry with me for something,” she murmured.

  Ezon smiled, enjoying when his huerta teased him.

  “I am never angry with you, my love. Frustrated, yes,” he admitted, nipping her neck playfully. “But never angry.”

  “Let’s not argue semantics right now with your cock hard against my thigh,” she advised, calling attention to the fact that the space he’d been keeping between them had decreased rapidly.

  “Apologies," he murmured, although he didn't sound very sorry. "Is my cock bothering you?”

  Leila huffed a laugh. “Not nearly enough as it should be.”

  “I will rectify that immediately,” he assured her, stripping her of her underwear as she unclasped her bra. He took both strips of fabric and threw them on the floor, the smell of her wet sex even more potent now.

  The triangle of dark hair between her legs glistened with moisture; the desire to taste her was too powerful to ignore.

  “I’ve been walking around all day, you don’t have to--fuck!” Her thighs instinctively clamped around his head, his tongue lapping up her juices before pre
ssing inside her entrance, flicking it against her walls.

  Leila’s hands flew down to grip his head, only to have one of his giant hands grab them and pin them above her, all without even needing to look up as he continued to thrust his tongue inside of her.

  “Damn your--ah!--fucking reach!” she panted, trying to get him to slow down or speed up; she didn’t have a clue what she wanted.

  Her body clearly thought otherwise, her pussy contracting around his insanely long tongue, his sharp teeth careful to avoid piercing her skin.

  Her thighs shook as she held him in a vice-like grip.

  She was already so close…

  Ezon removed his tongue, licking her clit with two long purposeful strokes. Her back arched off the bed, her heels digging into his back as her breath was forced out of her lungs.

  Leila fell over the edge without any warning, white spots bursting in front of her eyes as her orgasm overtook her, her body shaking with the sheer violence of it as it tore her apart, only to put her back together again.

  She was still shivering as she blinked the spots away, Ezon coming up to lay beside her.

  He licked his lips, enjoying the taste of her climax.

  “Your tongue will be the death of me…” she murmured, closing her eyes and relishing her post-orgasmic bliss as she moved closer to him.

  She placed a kiss on his chest, allowing her head to rest there, his arms wrapping around her.

  He kissed the crown of her head. “How would we tell the people that their future queen suffered death by orgasm?”

  “Ha ha very funny,” she muttered, feeling his lips break out into a grin against her hair. At least he hadn’t called her a princess.

  There was no need to rush in their love-making; both of them enjoying laying there, hands lazily caressing one another.

  “How does it work exactly…” she found herself asking, not bothering to lift her head as the gentle thumping of his heart soothed her. “The information Opho provided was very...dry.”

  “Information…?” Ezon began to repeat before comprehension dawned. “It is the same in all the ways that matter, or so I’ve been told.”

  It was Leila’s turn to repeat stuff now. “So you’ve been told, hmm?”

  He squirmed beside her, the only indication that her teasing had flustered him. “All Debirs are taught these things. In particular, the differences between sex purely for pleasure, breeding, or for offspring with our huertas.”

  “Gotta love that built-in birth control,” she murmured.

  “When one declares their intention to bond, there is the option to...review certain information.”

  “And did you? Review certain information?”

  “No,” he admitted. “I did not.”

  His answer settled something within her that she didn’t know needed settling. He had not presumed anything, taking her at her word that she had no intention of having a child.

  “Did you really go to Opho?” he inquired, sounding vaguely amused.

  Leila shrugged. “He’s factual and straightforward. I half expected some sort of presentation, but instead he simply clicked a button and indicated he had sent all the relevant information to my tablet.”

  Ezon took several seconds to respond. “You really have been giving this some thought.”

  Embarrassment began to prickle over her. “I like information,” she specified. “I asked for it before we were first intimate, when all I needed to know was whether we needed to use protection of some sort.

  He gave me a strange look and assured me that procreation would not be possible unless it was agreed to. And then he got lost in researching human male anatomy while I stood there. I let myself out then.”

  “Sounds like Opho,” he mused.

  “So...this will be a first for us both then…”

  Ezon shifted down on the bed so he could look at her. “If you would prefer me to review the information before we attempt to-”

  Leila laughed softly, only to stop when she caught the insecurity in his eyes. “No, sweetheart,” the term of endearment from her so rare that he always seemed to preen when she used it. “I think it’s nice we get to figure it out together. Unless...did you want me to bring Opho here? I’m sure we could just stay naked in bed and he’d gladly walk us through-”

  Ezon rolled on top of her, pinning her in place as his cock lay heavy against her thigh, tentacles writhing in excitement.

  “You seem sufficiently recovered,” he drawled seductively.

  “You think so do you?” she countered playfully, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  “The fact that you can form a coherent sentence is proof enough, my love. Allow me to rectify that.”

  He pressed his body against hers, careful not to crush her under his weight as he kissed her, his hips shifting until they were aligned with her sex.

  His tentacles did the work for him, touching and teasing her slick folds and flicking over her clit.

  Her moan was swallowed up by his mouth, his main cock eager and waiting as he tried to focus on the purpose of their love-making. It was not his main cock that was needed tonight.

  Ezon kissed a trail down her neck, softly biting at the mating mark on her shoulder as he felt his desire for her build. That she would want to share this with him…?

  It was as if the Holy Waters had blessed him a hundred times over.

  The thought of her with their child, of watching her glorious body carrying their offspring inside her…

  Tonight would be the start.

  Already he could feel the change between his legs, his main cock receding as the tentacle above it began to expand and grow, various bumps and ridges appearing down its length where once was smoothness.

  “Leila...my love...tell me you truly want this.”

  Her hand cupped his cheek as he looked at her, her body already ready for him as smaller tendrils slick with their secretions relaxed her inner walls and sent gentle pulses of pleasure through her.

  “I do.”

  Two simple words had his body burning with lust and love for this woman in equal measure, the weight between his legs heavy and eager with a new purpose.

  He kissed her as he guided himself to her entrance, the tapered head still thick enough to require him to thrust gently, despite every inch of him wanting to hilt himself within her body.

  Leila moaned as the ridges around his length rubbed against her inner walls inch by inch, her muscles contracting and drawing him in past rings muscle until he was fully sheathed inside her with one last thrust forward.

  She could feel his concern as if it were her own and wrapped her legs around him, the angle causing him to slide even deeper within her.

  He groaned into her mouth before needing to come up for air, his lips kissing every inch of her skin as he allowed her body to adjust to his girth. She was always so very tight for him.

  Leila eventually squeezed his neck in reassurance, prompting him to continue, his hips leaning away before thrusting into her once more, both of them moaning as they experienced new sensations together.

  No matter how much she wished to urge him on, she let him set the pace, still feeling the restraint in his movements.

  “Ezon…” she moaned quietly, her hands moving to grip his back as he rocked into her with a gentle give and take.

  The need to have him release himself deep within her increased each time he hit her cervix.

  Becoming pregnant with their child was now the only thing on her mind, her body all but demanding he give himself to her.

  “Leila…” He grit his teeth as he said her name, barely holding himself in check as each slow thrust became torture.

  “Let go, sweetheart…” she breathed out softly, his face still buried in her neck.

  He shook his head, voice cracking as he whispered her name.

  “I want nothing more than to feel your seed spill inside me,” she whispered, no embarrassment in admitting her secret. “Please. Get me pregnant.”
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  His whole body shuddered in response as he finally lifted his head and looked down at her, his eyes glowing brightly as he tightened his hold around her waist.

  “As you wish…”

  He slammed into her, her body shifting several inches up the bed as he held her in place, his thrusts deep and primal as he grunted with each push forward.