by Meg Ripley
“My name is E-ly-on. It seems 'Eli' would be an appropriate slang term in your language. And you feel what you do because you are learning how to look, how to see now. Listen to that voice inside of you, Charlotte. It is the universes whispering to you your destiny,” he urged.
The more she listened to him, and the more she searched inside herself, the less she could deny what Eli was saying. The only way she could describe it, even to herself, was that it felt “right” to be with this man—or alien man. She reached out to touch him, to run her fingers along the face that had fascinated her so much. Her fingers trailed along the ridges of his forehead, the prominent cheekbones and jaw, and finally, along the iridescent markings that outlined his face like an ethereal frame. Her fingers tingled when she touched him, and the longer her fingers lingered, the less they wanted to withdraw.
The look in Eli's eyes reflected her own feelings back to her; he knew exactly what she was feeling.
“I know it will be difficult to take this leap with me, but if you do, you will be rewarded for your courage more than you could ever possibly imagine,” he whispered. “You have the opportunity for something that no other person on Earth has ever experienced; it is possible that no other person ever will. And I know you are brave, Charlotte. And I know you feel the same draw to me as I feel toward you. So, come with me.”
Charlotte had no idea what had come over her. How just days before she had been an average waitress with an ordinary human life. And now, she was contemplating racing off to some distant planet with an alien. If anyone knew, they would have her committed for sure. Hell, she had to wonder if she was indeed certifiable. But the draw she had recognized within her just moments before had grown exponentially, and she couldn't fathom not following this alien-man to the edges of the universe and far beyond.
Eli had knelt before her as she was thinking. He fixed her thong to cover her once again. He gently slid the skirt up her thighs and secured the zipper. He pulled the edges of her shirt together and refastened the buttons. When he was finished, he reached out a hand to her. He was silent for a moment, staring at her intently. And then she heard him, even though she was certain he hadn't moved his lips. “Come with me,” he had said without uttering a sound.
“I heard that,” she said aloud in awe.
“Then it has already begun,” he smiled and she placed her hand in his. Suddenly, no part of her struggled to fight the urge to go with him. So, she didn't fight. He pulled her along with him into the street and they walked together silently.
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It was late and there wasn't another person in sight. With one furtive glance around, Eli caught Charlotte up in his arms, and then he was speeding along, carrying her like she weighed nothing, and moving faster than a train. He reached the water's edge in just moments—she presumed it was a lake outside the city limits. He placed her down on the ground gently and when she was firmly planted on her feet, he dove into the water. Eli emerged less than a minute later but he most definitely was not swimming. A small ship rose out of the water and she could see him piloting the spacecraft. It hovered just before her, and he hopped out and came around to offer his hand once more.
She hesitated for a moment and then accepted his hand. Eli led Charlotte onto the ship and took the seat next to her. “Kind of small, isn't it?” she teased with a light laugh.
“Think of it as your own personal chauffeur to a much larger, private jet,” he explained. “Are you ready?” he queried and she nodded her agreement. Just a moment later, they were high above the clouds and Eli continued to take them higher. It fascinated her, and she watched the entire ascent.
She watched as Eli pressed a button on the panel in front of him and a much larger craft came into view.
“Cloaking technology? I thought that was just in movies,” Charlotte commented, though she wasn't certain why she was surprised. The larger craft opened to accept the one Eli currently piloted. He glided in smoothly and the ship closed behind them.
“Come with me,” Eli said again wordlessly, and it seemed this time, he had to focus a little less intently for Charlotte to hear him. She followed him out of the shuttle and out of the room they first entered.
Her feet came to a sudden halt and she could only stand and stare in awe. In the next room, the walls were covered with a multitude of gadgets and gizmos that she didn't recognize. But it was the floor that held her attention captive: it appeared to be made entirely of glass and she stared with a look of wonderment in her eyes, seeing Earth far beneath them.
“It's incredible,” she whispered.
He turned her toward him as his hands moved to wrap around her waist. Eli pulled her tight against his body and his mouth came down swiftly to cover hers. He thrust his tongue against her lips, demanding entry this time, and she complied easily as her hands came up to the back of his neck.
It was obvious that Eli's control over his own arousal was waning. He was rock hard and since he'd had Charlotte naked in her kitchen; all he'd wanted to do was thrust his cock deep in her pussy. But he'd held off this long, and he could muster the strength to wait just a little longer.
His hands came between them, but instead of unfastening her shirt's buttons gently this time, Eli tore at the fabric. The buttons flew through the air as Charlotte's tits sprang free once again. He slid her shirt down her arms and the bra that had never been refastened followed. His hands found her zipper and tore hard at her skirt, ripping it open and it fell to the floor to join the rest of her clothes.
Charlotte could feel the restraint in his hands as he moved to her thong, sliding it down her thighs instead of tearing it off, likely afraid it might injure her delicate skin in the process. His eyes surveyed her naked body, and everywhere he looked, she felt her arousal climb. He lingered on her nipples, stimulating them with his mind before he came down in one swift movement and wrapped his mouth around her nipple. He squeezed her tits, making Charlotte moan.
But she didn't want to be a bystander this time. Her hands came between them and found the hem of his shirt. She pulled gently and Eli released her nipple to let her undress him. Her hands went to his bare chest immediately, running her fingers over the wall of solid, hard muscle before her. He groaned in response to her touch and pulled her against him once again, her soft breasts pressing against his chest as his mouth came down hard on hers.
“Lay down, Charlotte,” he whispered huskily, breaking the seal between their lips. She moved to lay down, bracing for the cold feel of the glass she was expecting; to her surprise, the glass felt no different than her own body temperature. She stretched out on it, glancing down to see the Earth beneath her naked body. Eli shucked his jeans, his cock springing free, making Charlotte's mouth water.
But before she could move, he knelt down between her legs and spread them open. His eyes focused on her wet pussy and she suddenly felt her arousal build a thousand times over as he stimulated the most sensitive spot along her inner walls. She'd never experienced such intense arousal before; she moaned, whimpered and writhed, all the while an orgasm built inside her unlike any other.
“Oh God, Eli!” She fought against the sensations building inside her, clawing at the glass until she could hold back no longer. She began to cum, screaming loudly as her wetness soaked the glass beneath her. Eli ran his hand across the wet glass and then rubbed her pussy, her clit, her thighs, loving the sight of her wet skin before him.
She remained still for a moment, the aftershocks of her orgasm still sending spasms of pleasure through her body. Eli stood to admire the naked, wet form before him, but as Charlotte saw his cock come into view, she sat up swiftly and was on her knees in seconds. Greedily, she wrapped her lips around his cock, taking as much of his length into her mouth as she could. Eli groaned and laced his fingers through her hair.
She withdrew his cock from her mouth slowly and licked the sensitive flesh of the tip with her tongue. He groaned louder and gently guided her head forward and she took him back into her
mouth eagerly. Again and again she sucked him in as far as she could and then withdrew until just his head remained inside the warm confines of her mouth.
She increased her pace and Eli's hips thrust forward so that his dick made contact with the back of her throat. Charlotte worked faster and Eli groaned louder until, at last, he withdrew his cock from her mouth, holding it against her lips as an orgasm rocked through his body, and he watched as his cum landed in her mouth and on her lips. She swallowed easily, surprised by the sweet, sensual taste of him.
Charlotte collapsed to her knees on the floor, assuming their play had come to an end. But, in the next moment, Eli had her by the waist and was flipping her over gently onto her hands and knees. Caught off guard, she stared down at the Earth as Eli lined his dick up with her pussy. Charlotte was surprised to find that he was still rock hard. He spread her lips and moved back just slightly to see her wide open before him and he began to stimulate her pussy again without a single touch. She moaned and arched her back in response to the intense sensations, and then her eyes widened some as she began to feel like he'd inserted something in her. Charlotte's inner walls contracted around the non-existent object as she felt it move inside her and innately she began to thrust backward to meet its every plunge.
And then, even though his hands still held her pussy open wide, she began to feel something probe against her ass. She couldn't help but continue to thrust back, still fucking the invisible object in her pussy, and her movement made her feel like something was being inserted into her ass. “Oh my God, Eli. What are you doing? It feels incredible!” she panted.
And then, all of a sudden, the invisible object inside her was gone, replaced by Eli's massive cock. He plunged deep inside her in one swift thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her wet warmth. She cried out in response and ground her hips against him to enjoy every single sensation his dick could offer. He withdrew slowly and then plunged back into her, moving slowly at first and gradually increasing his tempo, all the while Charlotte continued to feel the invisible object in her ass increase its speed as well.
Eli leaned forward and reached for her tits. Charlotte's eyes had been closed, enjoying the unrivaled sensations coming from her pussy and her ass that were driving her wild. She opened her eyes then, and there below her was the most breathtaking scene. She could see the greens and blues of the Earth far below her, and in the reflection of the glass she could also see Eli's hard, muscular body thrusting into her. His muscles flexed with every movement, and she stared at their reflection, mesmerized. He thrust harder, faster, as his hands squeezed her tits. Charlotte kept up with his pace as her body thrust wildly. “Oh God, Eli. I'm coming!” she screamed as another orgasm overtook her body. “Yes, Charlotte, yes!” he groaned in response as her spasms sent him over the edge and he shot his load deep into her pussy.
He withdrew slowly, enjoying the tight, hot feel of her for just a few more seconds. He laid down next to her and opened his arms, motioning for her to join him. Her muscles trembled, her body spent from the overwhelming pleasure she'd experienced, and she collapsed against him happily.
He was silent for a moment, and then, “There is something I have not told you. Something that is very important.”
“I was hesitant at first; I did not want what I am about to tell you now to influence your decision. But then, I didn't know how to tell you. But we are close, so close to home, and I can put it off no longer,” he began. Charlotte was having a difficult time following his meaning.
“I am not a mere inhabitant of my planet, and it was not for an ordinary bride that I was seeking.” He swallowed audibly.
“I am the king of my species; not the ruler of a country or continent as is the way in your world, but the sovereign leader of the planet. And you, Charlotte, will be my queen. The planet will accept you, and it will restore you to your pure form, unscathed by the harsh environment of Earth. You will reign at my side for centuries to come,” he finished, meeting her eyes to convey the full import of his statement. Charlotte's jaw dropped, surprised beyond belief for the umpteenth time since meeting Eli just a few short days ago.
“Are you ready to see your new home?” he queried without a word, nuzzling his lips against her ear as he communicated with her. She could only nod.
And then, all of a sudden, the Earth was no longer beneath the clear glass floor. The scene beneath her passed in a blur and she stared harder, trying to make out what it was she saw passing beneath them as Charlotte laid there wrapped in Eli's arms.
In less than a moment's time, the blur came into focus as the ship slowed. She caught sight of a beautiful trail of color; pink, purple and blue swirled together like clouds and spread out across the dark expanse.
“Oh…my…God…,” was all she could force past her lips. And as the ship moved onward, something else came into view. It was not a ménage of clouds, it was a planet—a beautiful solid form that shimmered with the same iridescence as Eli's markings.
“Welcome home, Charlotte. All that you see now belongs to you, my Queen.”
THE END
Chosen Alien Gene: The Complete Collection
Part One
Chosen Alien Gene: Joran’s Quest
Story Description
Joran, an alpha alien scientist from Khatanar, is one of several researchers on a special mission. He and his team are seeking volunteers for experiments to determine if his own race’s genetic material can be combined with human DNA in order to produce a hybrid race, and if human DNA can incorporate desired traits into his own species’ genetic code.
Upon finding Adriana, Joran is physically drawn by a force that goes well beyond scientific curiosity. While he explains his intent to recruit her for experiments, he doesn’t share exactly what his tests will entail.
The strange-looking foreigner intrigues Adriana, but when she discovers his true identity and intentions, she can hardly believe her circumstances–or, even more so, her willingness to participate in Joran’s rather unconventional test methods.
Joran felt the buzz of the comm unit on his wrist as he strode through the human train station; for the moment, he ignored it. His superiors on the ship could wait for his progress report—he had more interesting things directly in front of him.
He had spent the months of transit to this planet in preparation for the assignment he and twenty other scientists had been given; Joran smiled slightly to himself in memory of the research. The planet they had come to was densely populated—much more so than his home planet, Khatanar (called Tau Ceti e by Earthlings)—with lower gravity and a refreshingly lower normal temperature everywhere. The dominant life forms on the planet, the humans, were more diverse genetically than the Khateen, Joran’s own species. That genetic diversity was both the reason for the mission and the biggest hurdle to the goal of the mission.
Joran watched as a human woman paused at a ticket kiosk, glancing around furtively. She had been the focus of his attention from the moment she stepped onto the train; while Joran had not quite become accustomed to the various shapes, sizes, and traits of human females—and he had not yet come around to find them precisely attractive in a sexual sense—it was difficult for him not to stare from behind the dark-tinted glasses that he had adopted as part of his costume.
She was of medium height for human norms, and would have only reached Joran’s chest, standing in front of him. Somehow, however, when she stepped onto the train, looking around quickly to find a free seat, she seemed taller—an anomaly that Joran couldn’t quite understand. Her clothing subtly emphasized her full, heavy-looking breasts, the narrowing at her waist, and the flare of hips that suggested that she was sexually mature—and that she would be a very viable option for reproduction.
Joran had felt a hot jolt of something he couldn’t initially identify; keener than objective interest, more potent than scientific curiosity. He had carefully avoided her notice even as he stared at her, and even as he followed her off the train and into the station. It had
been impossible not to see the sway of her hips as she walked in front of him; he wondered why every male in the crowded train station wasn’t responding to it. Joran had watched a great deal of educational material, excerpts taken by his superiors and compiled in order to understand the vagaries of human sexuality.
His comm unit buzzed at his wrist again. Joran tapped the screen, sending an acknowledgement. He may have found the subject he was sent to locate; the thought filled him with a mixture of heady scientific interest and something much more intensely personal.
The mission Joran had signed on for was to locate specimens of the human race—female, for the purposes of the current mission, though there were some among the scientific community who thought that a future mission should include males of the species—in order to determine whether a hybrid race could be created. From what little understanding the Khateen had of the human genetic code, it was more complex than their own, far less stable, and prone to mutations. The humans themselves did not seem to recognize the wealth that this trait had—their efforts at genetic engineering were still in infancy, and information gleaned about common opinions on the subject suggested that most were against the idea of tampering.
The question at hand was whether scientists could somehow cross the inter-species barrier between the two races, to either incorporate human genetics into their own code, or to create a new race that combined the benefits of both. Joran and his colleagues were each assigned the task of recruiting human females for experimentation; and Joran thought to himself, watching the woman walking away from the kiosk, looking around the station for the signs, that he may have found an excellent subject indeed. Everything about her boasted reproductive viability; her general shape, the look of good health, and something like vigor in the way she moved told him that she was likely fertile. Joran felt another hot jolt work through him as he surreptitiously moved closer to her, the better to take in details.