Chapter 11
JAY
“I think I can take both now. I want both,” I tell Braxton, grinding my ass against him.
“Are you certain?”
“I’ve never been more certain of anything.” This is it. The big moment when everything I’ve done so far could be for nothing, or it could give me everything my heart desires. I’m just two loads away from becoming a hybrid, and maybe even carrying the commander’s baby in my new hybrid belly.
Braxton nearly slides all the way out, then works my hole with forceful vibrations, both of his givers coaxing it open more and more until it’s gaping and slicker from all the pre-seed that leaks from his second cock.
That extra slickness barely makes the entrance tolerable as he pushes both in, but the pain coming from my stretched-to-the-limit hole is the sweetest suffering I’ve ever felt.
Lately I’ve been worrying this day would never come, but here I finally am, taking all of my big blue commander. I’m not sure if there’s any amount of brief pain that could ruin this moment. And even though this is new for him, Braxton fucks like a very skilled lover, making it pass quickly.
He is so in control, so generous with his thrusts, always hitting that spot inside that makes my eyes roll back in my head as I fuck into his fist. We move together like two bodies that were meant for the other, and I can feel how close he is. His givers are throbbing, ready to burst.
He sucks hard on my shoulder, just on the edge of biting, as he locks one arm around me, and groans deep in his chest. “I am very close, little one.”
“Nm, same, commander—and, God, I wish you could come inside me. Coming inside you was so hot.”
Givers twitching, Braxton makes a broken sound, pressing his forehead to my shoulder. “If it was safe for me to, would you let me?”
“Of course,” I whimper, feeling utterly triumphant—although I am careful, not letting my wicked glee seep into my voice. “But wouldn’t that—”
“It won’t change you—not if it’s just this once,” he admits.
“Just this once, then,” I moan, on the cusp of victory. “Please, Commander, fill me with those loads.”
“Oh, fuck, little one!” he roars, and it feels like years of pent-up need come crashing into me. His thrusts turn brutal and relentless, setting fires in my veins as a fight that raged for so long inside him ends.
The commander surrenders, emptying what’s left in his balls into my pulsing ass. I am flooded with warmth, the powerful surge of it sending me over the edge with him. My come hits the wall-screen, and I let out a weep of relief.
It’s over.
Game. Set. Match.
Everyone who tried to control my destiny—who tried to take it out of my own hands—has lost, and I have won.
Braxton, breathing heavy near my ear, kisses my neck, giving a light suckle before he withdraws.
“Come lie down before you fall over.”
I blush, embarrassed by my legs as I realize they’re wobbling.
How long will it take for them to become hybrid legs?
I think the change is already upon me. My head is spinning, and every fiber of my being feels connected to something deep within my knackered body.
In my gut, a new sensation coils, spreading out and getting more intense.
It burns behind my eyes as Braxton takes me in his arms and cradles me to his chest.
I close them as he puts me down in the sheets that smell like our captain’s aura, and I see yellow and white where my eyelids should be! And suddenly my skin heats up. It’s like a mini-sun is awakening inside me, and it’s so hot and bright.
“What is this?” Braxton asks, shifting beside me.
I barely noticed him joining me in the bed, and I was sort of hoping he wouldn’t. Hoping he would go to the bathroom or get a drink of water, and come back after the change.
“Jaxus…don’t tell me…” he trails off, sounding confused. Frantic. “But how?”
The light fades, and I open my eyes and look at him.
He got out of the bed—because we can no longer fit in it together.
My muscles have doubled in size and my limbs are nearly as long as his.
I sit up and touch my face, and it doesn’t feel very different to me, although my features are slightly larger.
I could probably pass as a very fit, tall human if my skin wasn’t blue—but my skin is fucking blue!
It is lighter than Braxton’s, but no one would ever mistake it for human coloring.
I am not human anymore.