Command And Conquer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Nothing matches a heavy blood-meal, especially when you are sharing the meat with true pack-brothers. Regardless, the scouts swear the honey-donuts and grain-bagels from these ovens are unmatched. Since I gave Katy my word that I would hit her clearing before the sun climbs, I only have time for a fast ration. What about you, Beta Commander?” The way his tongue rolled over my military title sent a sudden, explosive spike of heat straight to my groin. His face was resting so close to mine that I could catch the sharp, clean scent of winter-mint on his breath. My mind immediately spun into a wild, feral fantasy—me pinning his broad shoulders against the wooden counter, my tongue licking the s

Vivian commanded, her voice dropping into a freezing, victorious chill that instantly halted his violent impulse. ​She turned her face slightly, her cool blue eyes locking onto his bloodshot gaze with absolute, sovereign control. Her fingers slid up his chest plate to rest over his rapidly pounding pulse point, taming the wild predator within him with a single, calm touch. ​"Marcus is cut off from his high command, stripped of his heavy fleet, and trapped in a freezing wasteland while watching his ex-fiancée command a blooming paradise," Vivian whispered, a cold, lethal smile touching her pale lips. "He is desperate, humiliated, and starving. He will gather whatever warlords and scavengers h

“I know you want this. You want to rip this shirt off my body, and fuck me into this chair.” I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to erase the image as I fought my body’s natural instinct. My cock was as hard as a fucking rock as I sat there imagining what it will feel like sucking her breasts into my mouth. "You should stop!" "I like how you command me. It turns me on. Keep doing that and I might just come quick. Command me." She begged. Her words replayed in my head. She fucking likes it when I tell her what to do?

‘I can't have you without claiming you forever.’ -Aly Martinez Commander Ulrich I was in my office looking over maps and plans I had drawn out over the past two days. These maps covered the Timber Coven territory and their fortress. I also had a map of the continent that I had been using since we started this conquest. It had a lot of red X’s on it from clans, packs and covens that were now gone. I studied the map in front of me when I heard a knock on my office door.

I ask. “We grew up together,” Ex-commander, Geoffery Rye, says with a laugh. “He fucked me before either of us found our mates. We cooled off for several years but after your cunt mother cheated and got pregnant with that half breed half sister of yours upon meeting the wizard, we decided we would rekindle the old flame. I always knew he’d take women to his bed, too, but I was his number one lover. I always was.”

“Why does she look so much like the Black Witch?” “I did not create her. I don’t know.” “Are you messing with me?” my anger was near uncontrollable now as I took dangerous steps loser and loser to Conrad. Conrad still did not back down. “Is this the start of your mutiny?” Conrad scuffs. “Let’s get to combat training, shall we?” he said, waving off the topic of Methis I had just brought up. This made me angrier. “Let’s go to open field for the combat practice.”

"What?" "You heard me," the Commander whispered. "You will hold the heavy whip. You will strike the first lash upon the feral’s back. You will prove to my army that you are a Warlord of stone, and that no beast stands above my daughter." Vance turned toward the door, pausing just before he left the antechamber.

Bettoni stared at the huge Commander. Her heart beat incessantly against her ribs. She tried to yank her wrist out of his massive grip. "You have lost your mind," Bettoni hissed. "Let me go right now." "Not a chance," Zachery chuckled. He easily pulled her against his hard chest, making her almost choke from his scent of expensive whiskey and fresh lust. "You called me a wild animal. Animals don't let their prey go." "I'm a Gamma maid," Bettoni said firmly. "I scrub floors. I don't play stupid royal games with arrogant commanders."

He growled, clutching his crotch. “Ahaa…it doesn’t say it in the rules!” I argued, and rubbed my forehead. A giant bump was forming even as we spoke. However, I could also feel the pain receding. This was one of the times where I appreciated my amazing healing abilities. “Booo…!” “Commander, what’s wrong with you?” “You’re losing to a female!” The trainees hollered in frustration. It seemed they were expecting their Commander to get me on my ass on our first exchange. Unfortunately for him…hehe…I cackled sinisterly and lunged forward to kick him in the crotch again.

One of the elite four shifters of the fortress had big fucking daddy issues. His words were a cheap attempt at emotional blackmail but I couldn't help feeling stung by it nonetheless. Would Dante miss me if I were to suddenly disappear tonight? Would Ronan even care? Or would he see it as his good fortune to permanently become Beta in my place? And Laziel? I doubt he remembered anything besides the name of his favorite booze and what landmark our troops were going to attack next. “That will not be necessary, Commander.” I said carefully, scraping the ‘uncle,’ bullshit for something more genuine and watching the powerful wolf’s bushy white brows rise expectantly.