Her Alien Commander

by Mira Maxwell

  Epilogue

  MINA

  Cardyk sits at the tiny dining table, lost in thought. It’s time for my coffee break, and I take the opportunity to sneak up on him and peer over his shoulder. I’m desperate for a look, but he’s still too uncertain to share his creations with me.

  He must have eyes in the back of his head. It’s the only explanation for how he knows to close the notebook right when I’m close enough to read it.

  “Come on, Car,” I say. “Let me read one page.”

  “I’ve only been doing this for a couple of weeks. I need more time to refine my skill.” He slides the papers into his pack. “Then I will share it with you.”

  All the time he spent reading over the past month has inspired him. He started writing and never told me about it. Stole a notepad from the lab and started recording his thoughts while I worked on my experiments. He started with the types of things encouraged on Attala: fighting strategies, instructional manuals, and battle tales. But I think he’s veered into territory a little less familiar to him. Fully fictional tales. I love that he’s embracing this side of himself, and I’m dying to read what he’s come up with.

  “Maybe we could trade?” I start unbuttoning my shirt, because it turns out Attalan warriors love boobs as much as Earth men do. “You let me read one page and I’ll let you take these out for a test drive.” I push my lacy bra cups down so he can see how swollen my nipples are. They stand at attention like pencil erasers and I know he’s dying to suck them into his mouth.

  “I won’t let you look at my notebook,” he says. “I just can’t yet.”

  I put on my best pouty face, but I understand where he’s coming from.

  “I’m willing to give you access to something equally special, though.” With that, he stands up and frees his gorgeous cock. It springs loose when he lowers his pants, pointing at me as it bobs. My mouth starts to water instantly.

  “You drive a hard bargain.” I smile creeps across my face. I pluck at my nipples and I see his eyes glaze over with lust.

  “That’s putting it mildly.” He wraps his fingers around his substantial girth and gives his magnificent dick a few tight strokes. “I could crack open the steel door to the lab. That’s how hard you make me.”

  I tip my face up in anticipation of his kiss as me moves towards me. One hand twists in my hair, pulling me close so he can bury his tongue in my eager mouth. The other slides between my legs. I spread them wider, to give him access, and he rubs me there, massaging my aching pussy through my thin pants.

  I could kiss him for hours, but he’s short on patience today. He turns me around, yanks down my pants, and bends me over the sofa arm. I love the feeling of the cool air on my naked flesh.

  “You’re so beautiful there,” he says as he spreads my cheeks and sinks to his knees behind me. I groan when his warm tongue begins to trace my silky warmth. He takes his time, kissing and licking me everywhere, exploring every velvet fold. Spreading me wider with his strong hands, so he has access to every intimate inch of me. I’m riding the edge, sailing on a cloud of pleasure, when he pulls my clit into his mouth and sucks.

  I light up like a meteor entering the atmosphere. I’m glad I’m resting on the sofa because I feel my legs buckle. I never dreamed of a pleasure so intense.

  I’m shaking like a tuning fork, the ripples of pleasure still surging through me, when I feel his head push at my entrance. I push back against him, needing him inside me. I’m so wet, I feel the slickness on my thighs. All it takes is the slightest thrust of his hips and my greedy pussy swallows him whole.

  “Your pussy feels so good.” I love it when he talks while we’re making love. His voice takes on this gravelly tone when he’s horny, and it drives me crazy.

  “Your cock is so big, I love how it stretches me.” It’s hard to talk with my face pressed against the sofa cushion, but I don’t really care about that right now. All I care about is making us both feel good.

  He is thrusting with such force that I’m dancing around like a puppet on strings. My body starts to shudder when he slides a hand under me and rubs my clit. I lose it completely when he moves his other hand to my ass and I feel that pad of his thumb circled my puckered opening.

  The pleasure is so intense it almost hurts. I bite down on the sofa cushion as my pussy milks him. He cries out and collapses on top of me. We rest for a moment and then sink to the floor together, both too drunk with lust to stand.

  I lay on my back next to him, sweaty and satisfied. Goosebumps dot my arms as legs after a few moments, and he wraps me in a blanket.

  “I love how you always take care of me,” I say. He has done so much for me. My life pre-Cardyk and post-Cardyk look entirely different. Before I met him I was oblivious to bodily pleasure. But now, I savor a glass of wine or a plate of roasted meat. I treasure our time together in bed. I pay attention to all my needs, instead of only the ones related to my intellect.

  “And I love looking after you,” he replies. I believe him. And I enjoy taking care of him just as much. Making him meals. Listening to his stories. Enjoying his company. Giving him the family he never had. I don’t know what’s even biologically possible for us, but I hope children are involved, some day.

  He surveys the lab and takes stock of my progress. “Your work here is almost done?”

  “Damn right it is.” I lean over and nibble his shoulder. I finished processing the required Eclaydian yesterday. Today, I worked on a little extra, just in case our calculations are off. If some is good, more is better, right? “I’m so excited to send it back to Earth.”

  “I suppose you’ll be needing your engineer for that.” He rests his arm above his head and looks at the ceiling.

  “I’m afraid so,” I say. “I hope she’s well enough to travel.” Natalie broke her leg during our crash landing a few months ago. The Minister insisted she stay in the city as a guest, since her leg injury made the rough travel required to reach the outpost nearly impossible.

  “We’ll need to get her here, somehow,” he says. “Especially now that we know the Minister is interested in your discovery and has been snooping around.”

  “You don’t think he’d hold her hostage?” I wrap the blanket around me and sit up, startled at the thought.

  “I think he’s capable of just about anything.” He wraps his arm around me and pulls me down next to him. “We’ll figure something out. Do not worry.”

  “I’m worried he’ll do something rash when he realizes three of his warriors have taken Earth women as lovers.” I cuddle close and drape myself across his chest.

  “I’ve told you,” he says as he wraps his giant arm around me, “I wrote to him explaining the rumors he heard were lies. He has no reason to question my loyalty. He’ll believe me.”

  I’m not convinced. Someone as savvy as the Minister would have more than one spy in camp. And something tells me he’s not a very trusting man. If I had to bet, I’d say he already knows the truth. “I don’t think he’s going to buy it.”

  “We just need him to believe it long enough to get your crewmates packed up with the Eclaydian and on their way back to Earth,” he says. “You and I will be long gone by the time word of our situation reaches the city.” After weeks of discussion, we’ve finally settled on a post-mission plan. We can’t stay here; the very existence of our relationship could bring the wrath of the city upon the other warriors. Instead, we’re going to set out on our own. In the mobile lab, of course. Cardyk insists nobody will miss an old warrior, and the other fighters have pledged their silence. We’re going to do some exploring and continue working on research together. He’s pledged to take me to the different environments he has discovered over the years, so I can take samples and record my observations. I haven’t told him, but I’m secretly hoping we come across the wanderers again. There’s much I could learn from them, and it’s always good to have friends when life is as hard as it is in this barren winter landscape.

  “Our situation?” I raise
an eyebrow. “You make it sound so romantic.”

  “If you wish to get married, like Diana and Mallyk, all you need do is ask.” I think he’s teasing me, but his expression is dead serious. My pulse starts to race.

  “Well, here’s the thing.” My mouth is dry as cotton and it’s hard to speak. “Women don’t usually do the asking, on my planet.” He looks confused, so I spell it out for him. “But I would be interested in making our ‘situation’ official.”

  “If it pleases you, I would very much like to take you as my wife. To enter into an Earth marriage with you. I promise-“

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I wrap my arms around him and cover him with kisses. I don’t care that we don’t have rings. I don’t care that he wasn’t down on one knee. He wants to be with me forever, and it’s the most wonderful thing I could imagine.

  I don’t know what the future holds for us. I know it won’t be easy. But with him by my side, I feel like I can do anything. Together, we’re a formidable couple.

  Deep down, I know we’ll be fine. I found the love of my life and that’s all that matters.

  About the Author

  Mira Maxwell is a midwestern girl whose first act of rebellion was watching Tron from the backseat of the drive-in movie theater when she was supposed to be asleep. There was no turning back after that. The Thing. Terminator. Alien. Aliens. Star Wars. Blade Runner. Star Trek. She loves them all. Captain Kirk was her first crush, and she’s never fully recovered.

  Now, she enjoys writing about sexy alien alphas and the Earth women who love them.

  I love connecting with readers. You can find me at:

  www.miramaxwellromance.om

  miramaxwellromance@gmail.com

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