Chapter 2
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 subduing them.
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 was beneath me.
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.
I wasn’t going to stay here. I didn’t know what her humans had cooked up for me and I wasn’t about to get myself blown up with a series of grenades or shitty homemade human bombs if I could help it.
I wrapped my arm around her waist. I felt a lump on her lower back, and I reached up, finding a gun stowed away in the waistband of her jeans.
I pulled it out and in a show of force, I crushed it in my hand.
She cried out in surprise, but she was wise enough not to fight me.
She should have run at her first opportunity. It was too late for her now.
I strode out of the dilapidated building.
There was no sign of the human forces. They were probably waiting for her signal to begin whatever attack they had planned, and my being still alive would throw a monkey wrench in their strategy.
They’d probably flounder, but I didn’t much care.
They might still engage in their original attack. They might not.
I’d deal with them later.
What I wanted to do right now was tear every inch of clothing of my human acquisition’s body and teach her a lesson about her rightful place in this cruel world.
I wasn’t planning on being kind either. It wasn’t in my nature.
She was going to cry for me and when I was finally pleased with how red her pert little ass was, I’d throw her face down on my bed and teach her an even more thorough lesson on the end of my cocks. She would scream for me again and again. I would enjoy every last one.
I distracted myself with thoughts of what was to come as I made my way down the blocks of the crumbling city until I approached the place where I’d hidden my transport vehicle. With one arm, I swept off the brush and pressed my hand to the scanner. It would only open for me.
The door slid open, and I climbed inside. I put Raiza down on her feet and started searching her for weapons.
“Hands on the back of your head,” I demanded. She nervously obeyed without needing to be told twice.
Oh… Oh, yes.
I was really, really going to enjoy punishing her when I returned to my quarters. I was already hard as a rock just thinking about it.
I patted her arms first. I found a knife and another gun. I tossed them aside. I smoothed over her waist, and I took several long moments to fully inspect her breasts. She scowled at me, and my cock stiffened even further.
Her bra was thin. I could tell that her nipples were hard for me.
I didn’t tell her I knew. Leaving her questioning things would probably be far worse of a punishment for her. I found a few other concealed weapons before I made my way to her hips. She turned her face away as I examined her there. Every muscle in her body rattled with tension.
“Spread your legs,” I instructed, and she stiffened. I waited and she refused. I gave her several more moments than I should have before I popped her hard across her bottom with my hand. Startled, she jerked her head to me and stared at me with nothing more than a blank look of surprise.
I repeated my command. She sneered back at me before turning away again. I’d given her enough patience. I grasped her legs and forcibly made her open them for me. She went to squeeze her thighs back together, but I was faster than her. I cupped her mound.
Fuck.
She was hot. I could feel it through the fabric of her jeans.
Did being handled like this arouse her? My cock throbbed at the thought.
I pressed my hand against her, sliding it across her pussy as I searched for weapons.
I found nothing more of consequence, but I took my time and really made sure.
I could feel her body trembling beneath my touch.
She was holding back. She would fight back at some point; I just had to push her far enough and she would. I’d be ready for her.
She was going to pay for trying to kill me.
When I was finally fully convinced that she had no weapons, I patted down her whole body once more just because I could. She stood before me proud and regal, even though she didn’t stand a chance against me, and she knew it.
I smirked at her as I lightly slapped between her legs. I watched the disbelief wash over her face. Her eyes squinted at the indignity of having that hot little pussy spanked and I reveled in it.
Without warning, I pushed her down into the passenger seat.
She moved to get up, but I was ready for her.
I grabbed a pair of cuffs and quickly captured one wrist before I passed my thumb over the power source.
The cuff lit up and expanded around her wrist, binding her to the seat.
I did the same with her other wrist and her ankles.
She screeched, fighting her bonds, but it was already too late for her.
I patted her thigh suggestively and she tensed.
“You made your choice, Raiza. You will come with me quietly and accept your punishment like a good little human,” I told her.
Her tiny nose scrunched up in anger and her gaze darkened considerably.
“I should never have saved you,” she spat.
“No, you shouldn’t have. Now you’re going to have to pay for that choice.”