The large-breasted alien commander was running away…
Julian darted forward, after the running commander.
He knew she wouldn't go far with this mission of hers. And even now that she was running, he could bet that she wouldn't go too far. And how could she?, when large heavy melons rested on her chest and then below her back.
Hurijaa paused, catching her breath as she watched Julian take on the running commander.
The space between him and the commander was quite large, the distance rather, but then, after a while, Julian was stretching his hands forward, almost at the empress's long hair.
It seemed like he wouldn't make it. And why? There was a machine up ahead and just by the looks of it, Julian was sure it could fly.
"Damn," he suddenly muttered under his breath, reeling himself from falling.
For someone with large breasts and an enormous ass, the commander was very fast. And that seemed to be the same with Hurijaa—she was also very fast even though she had large breasts and all.
So maybe the breasts and the ass were large but not heavy, or was it just some weird alien sensation that they could carry heavy things and run?
But when Hurijaa's large breasts had fallen on his face, they were heavy, so…
Julian sighed and concentrated on the mission at hand.
And that was to catch this commander.
He could hear Hurijaa's loud voice now:
"Hope you can take her alone?"
Julian shouted back:
"Don't worry, I can!"
The distance from where he had run and where he currently was, was quite wide now and so, anytime soon, he wouldn't be able to see Hurijaa or the surviving soldiers.
"Well!" Hurijaa's voice roared—it was electronic and much louder than how she normally spoke.
"I'll be taking care of this mess. Do make sure you catch her and bring her here!"
Julian raised his hands up and waved in the air, to signal that he heard what she had said.
Hurijaa was right to stay back. Most of the surviving Seisymyian soldiers were wounded, and the ones who were not too wounded (they only sustained minor scratches and bruises), were exhausted and so they just lay on the hard ground, staring at the sky while some helped Empress Hurijaa take care of the wounded soldiers.
And so it was up to Julian now, to catch this runaway commander.
The alien commander was about seven more steps to the machine and by seven more steps, that was very brisk ones as she was running extremely fast.
Julian, almost giving up hope, suddenly realized:
'Damn!'
He had superpowers!
He had totally forgotten. If he knew, he wouldn't have chased her up to this point.
Grinning under his helmet as he had found the solution to getting the commander, Julian paused and his grin widened the more.
He watched her run towards the motorcycle, an expression of victory on her face, her eyes gleaming with a:
'Runaway victory.'
Julian almost laughed—she didn't know what was coming her way. If she knew, she would just stop and start pleading.
Julian counted her steps. He had estimated she'd take seven, so he just watched, his gaze suddenly a glowing red. The normal color was a glowing silver but it seemed that this occasion was very well special.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Five…
She had taken a big leap with the fifth step and had gotten on the machine.
Julian wasn't surprised—five or seven, none of his business. He would still get her nonetheless.
And so, right now, he would just let her live in the moment. He would just let her have a bit of fun if that was going to make her start shining her teeth.
Grinning, she started the machine.
It rumbled to start—
Bvrooooom!
Vrooom!
But just as she was about to take off into the skies and escape, Julian stretched both of his hands forward.
He seemed to tilt the air around him and the machine. He moved his hands about, like he was trying to fix and rearrange parts.
He seemed to have submerged any morsel of the wind or anything air at that particular place (around the machine and the large-breasted commander).
The place they were had earlier been windless though, but he seemed to make it worse and before the commander knew what was happening, the machine started to fall apart.
She quickly dived out of it and wanted to start running again but then, the commander lost balance, careening forward and down.
Julian watched her large buttocks hit the ground and her large breasts vibrate as she sat on the ground, too stunned to move.
Julian sauntered up to her now. The helmet covering his face, the knight armor—everything just made his appearance look very well unreal.
Covered in the Galactic Knight armor, he suddenly looked very handsome (which he was without it but now was, with it).
The commander could hear her own heavy breathing echoing in her ears as she looked at Julian, dazed by his sudden lethal look.
But that wasn't the thing that surprised her the most. What was surprising her was how Julian was able to reduce the machine to just parts.
'He's not normal,' she thought as she watched him come at her. 'He's not normal at all. He's like a demi-god?'
Julian watched the scared expression on her face and at that moment, he found her to be very pretty.
He looked at her green eyes, her face now flushed with fear.
Not minding that she had just run quite a mile and dived out of a machine down to the ground, her hair was still very well long. Long, curly, and very dazzling.
Overall, she looked like a goddess of beauty.
And the way she was holding her breasts up in fear as Julian walked up to her, she was…
…sexy.
But that was none of Julian's business. All he had to do now was to grab her and go give her to Hurijaa.
He was very well sure she would be put in prison, heavily interrogated, and then probably used to know more about the Imperium and how to stop them.
He was also very certain that after all this, she would be killed.
But that was none of his business. Yet again he didn't give a fuck. At least he wasn't the one that told her to lead a mission to destroy a planet and then fail.
As Julian walked up to her, he could see that she was sobbing.
Sobbing?
That was the right word because to Julian, he felt like she was sobbing from shedding tears.
That was how her sobs sounded though.
Something like this:
"Huaahhh!, uhhhh!, owwwuah!"
Julian almost felt pity but then stopped. Why would she be crying? Wasn't she the ruthless warrior who was slaying Seisymyian soldiers with ease?
Wasn't she the great and mighty commander?
Why was she now crying?
Sighing softly, he said to her:
"C'mon, let's go. I want to be easy on you, that's why I'm saying this nicely."
She seemed to sob the more.
If he was another person he surely would be taking him on, but then, what he had done a minute ago was just impossible!
Mind-blowing even! (To her).
Julian held her not too roughly on the hand and raised, very cautious and calculating so that he doesn't make a false move.
But then, she wasn't even trying to.
She… she was submissive?
Shocking!
"C'mon, I've got an empress to fuck."
Upon hearing that, the commander suddenly clicked a tiny button by her waist.
Julian, hearing the click, suddenly pulled away, diving far off in fear that he had activated a bomb that would kill the both of them.
But then, crouched, looking at the ground and hearing nothing, he immediately looked at the commander and…
"Damn!"
She stood there, staring at him and biting her lips, completely naked.