by Aubrey Moyes
“It’s perfect,” she had said, breathless.
“I changed some things up before we left to get you,” Zeus said, “Those in power who had been keeping track of you, making sure you were still stable enough to come here, had let me know some of the things that had been lurking around in your mind. I didn’t want anything too personal – you know me and surprises – but I figured I could make a dream or two come true to make you feel more at home.”
Upon hearing this, Kelly’s heart melted. The gold light in his home showed what she had come to infer about his character – he truly did have a heart of gold. Why else would a far advanced, desirable male from another PLANET take steps to make her feel comfortable without even meeting her? After getting her meager assortment of belongings put away in the closet, they spent the rest of the day and night wandering around their home with Zeus showing her the ins and outs of his courtyard, which was so heavily foliated that it formed its own small maze in the middle of their residence. It was a paradise in the middle of paradise. She took the opportunity of having her own kitchen again to show him some recipes from Earth, as they (not so) surprisingly had ingredients from her own planet at her disposal.
As the sun began to creep up into the sky, however, Kelly made moves to break the remaining sheet of ice that was between the two of them. Though they had taken great steps to come to know each other, they had not yet even kissed. She leaned her head up at Zeus’ and moved to do so. It shocked her when he backed up with urgency.
“Any sort of intimate physical contact before the bonding ritual will go directly against everything that I am,” he said quickly in response to her hurt eyes and body language, “It will set off chain reactions that I cannot stop, and can leave our relationship permanently damaged.”
“How? I just want to show you –“
Zeus stopped her from going any further.
“If you are serious, then we will undertake the ritual today, in the eyes of the public and in the eyes of my genetic code, what my species is. Will you have that?”
Without having any idea of what that entailed or had in store for her, Kelly quickly accepted. She was fully ready to embrace her new life on this alien planet with the alien masters of the universe who so tenderly cultivated and protected the life that they encountered.
Though they slept late into the morning, immediately upon waking, Zeus urged her to get ready to leave the house. It did not matter what she wore, he said, as the temple guardians would be taking care of attire and other aesthetic needs when they arrived. Kelly nodded and threw on one of the shift dresses that was dispensed to her. Knowing she was about to get done up in what she could only assume was Tu’Fallian formal attire, she couldn’t wait to get rid of the uniform looking clothes provided to her in favor of things she would pick out herself.
They took their own transport down to the temple – when Kelly saw it, she could barely stop herself from laughing despite the intensity and importance of the event. It looked almost exactly like the Parthenon.
Fitting, she thought. Once inside, she was rushed away from Zeus by women who covered their eyes with their palms, though there were eyes painted on the backs of their hands that seemed to guide them through the halls.
Oracle worshippers, she thought, smiling. Her regalia change was a whirlwind event. When she was able to look in the mirror that was given to her, she could only assume that she looked like Aphrodite – or at least would to the only man that mattered.
The ritual itself was fairly short. There were incenses burned that she was completely unfamiliar with and vows taken in three different languages – she tried her best to repeat the two she had never heard. There was still no intimate contact, though the ritual seemed to be drawing to a close. She grew worried, though she did not let it show outwardly in the least. She did want to have a kiss on her wedding day.
Just as that thought entered and left her mind, she felt a change overtake her. Her vision began to vibrate and her head began to swim. She felt weak, and her palms felt clammy, though it wasn’t horrible. She felt her eyes drawn from the priest that had been conducting the ritual to Zeus standing beside her. When she looked over, he was already staring at her, pupils wide. Their eyes locked, and it seemed to her that time froze. For a moment, she was overwhelmed with thoughts, emotions, and memories that weren’t hers, but Zeus’. She saw his childhood, felt his excitement at being a part of his species’ future, and then felt his nervousness of meeting someone he was supposed to bond to, to essentially end his life for, and wanting them to accept him just as his genetic code wanted him to be accepted his entire life. She became aware that he was privy to the same information, and then understood why the ritual was necessary for the bonding to be permanent and whole.
The trip back to their home was a blur. Though she changed back into her normal clothing before they left the temple, it would appear that the ritual’s magic had some way of letting everybody in the area know what had just happened as well, as there were well wishers all the way back to their transport, though Kelly knew none of them, and Zeus mentioned when they entered their vehicle that he knew none of them either. The ride home seemed instant for Kelly, who had forgotten all about a kiss on her wedding day with something that intimate in its place.
When they passed through their front door, she finally got the kiss she was looking for, however. No sooner had they crossed the threshold when Zeus grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him. It was the first time that she truly felt his strength, and his name became even more fitting, she thought. She felt his god-like muscles ripple against her back as he continued to pull her into him, almost as if he wanted to absorb her himself. When he pressed his lips to hers, an electric shock ran through her body and everything began to tingle. She felt devoured by his kiss and his arms, and felt herself melting into him, becoming one. She kissed him back passionately; so passionately that she didn’t notice that she had been whisked up and was being carried back to the bed of her childhood princess fantasy dreams. She certainly noticed this, however, when he threw her down onto it and quickly leaped on top of her.
In stark contrast to his normally refined nature, Zeus committed himself physically to her with the hunger of a starving animal. His mouth wandered over every inch of her body, placing light or hard kisses on every spot it could touch, seemingly wanting to taste everything she had to offer. She was overcome by sensation and could do naught but dig her nails into his back, her nerves overloaded like she had just been given an orgasm, and he hadn’t even entered her yet. He drew himself back up the length of her body to meet her eye to eye, and she realized that for the first time, she was truly bare and nude around her now-husband, partner for life. Instead of being intimidated by the man above her filled with animalistic lust, she opened herself to him more. She felt a warm aching between her thighs and began to feel her own slickness creeping down them as she ached to be filled and claimed by the master of both her dreams and reality. She felt his cock press against her hips through his pants and let out the first noise she had been able to make in what seemed like hours – an aching, throaty moan of pure desire that overtook every fiber of her being. She quickly moved her hands down to those pants and ripped them off, overcome by the same kind of chemical passion that enveloped Tu’Fallians when they were ready to finally mate and bond to their partner.
Their spiritual connection from the bonding ritual and contrasting hungry and physically needy attitude from Zeus in stark contrast to his usually formal and polite demeanor was enough to make her ready for him to enter her – it was the first time she had gotten laid and hadn’t needed copious amounts of foreplay to make it palatable. She didn’t even care that his member was larger than any she had had before, to the point where if she wasn’t so sure of how right the pairing was, that she would be worried about possible injury. She could feel his heartbeat in it as he lay against her for a moment, simply in the nude, feeling their skin touch. It thundered through the blood vessels lining
his cock, bulging out of it in urgent need. She could feel his own slickness of precum starting to pool on her stomach, and she exhaled in a shuddering sigh. With a sharp, carnal intake of breath, Zeus sucked the rest of her breath from her lungs with another deep, impassioned kiss, and entered her suddenly.
Electric shocks fired through her body when he entered her, separating her connection from her physical form while strengthening the bond she had with her own nerve endings. She arched her back farther and faster than she ever had before and gasped for air under his shining form, looking into his eyes for grounding. Ever conscious of her needs, Zeus quickly found her eyes and looked into them lovingly, reminding her without having to say anything that she was his number one priority, that she was safe, that she was loved, and that this was where she needed to be. He moved out of her slowly this time, then back in, savoring the feeling. Kelly felt herself overloaded at every little sensation – the way her pussy would cling to him, the way his curving veins felt rubbing against her g-spot, and the catch of the head of his huge cock at her lips. He increased his pace subtly with each stroke, building back up to the fast and demanding stroke he initially took.
The pleasure overload that she initially felt returned as well, though this time, since she knew what it was supposed to feel like, she was less disoriented and felt herself moving naturally with his strokes, embracing the feeling. It was like having a constant orgasm, something that she thought was impossible. However, the physical feeling mixed with the alien love spell that had come about through the bonding ritual took it to a level that she couldn’t have ever imagined. Every microscopic point on her body was in bliss, vibrating at the same pitch as the universe, in tune with all of the connection between lovers that was on Tu’Fal.
Zeus held her close as he continued to pump himself inside of her; when he was sure that she was used to handling the feeling of his turgid member inside of her, he sat her upright and began to lift her up and down on his cock while she sat on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck for her own personal support, though she knew that his huge, strong hands were more than capable of supporting her themselves. This position had her wrapped tighter around him, and though she had no clue how Tu’Fallians would signal that they were close to orgasm, she could guess that he was getting there based on the tighter grip he placed around her ribcage and the way he was breathing heavily into her ear and neck as he moved her over the length of his manhood.
She too, felt herself growing closer and closer, though she didn’t know how she could feel any better than she already did. She wanted to cry out to him, to beg him to cum inside of her, to do what they both knew was right, but she couldn’t seem to remember her powers of speech among the haze of extreme neural and physical pleasure. Their movements continued in sync until the crescendo of their passion was upon them. Kelly was blindsided by her actual orgasm, which racked through her body so powerfully that she felt its energy around her, melding with Zeus’ sexual energy as well. He obviously felt it as well, as this was enough to send him over the edge. Kelly relished every coinciding spasm that they had, loving the feeling of his mammoth dick pressing tighter against her walls, stretching them further than she had experienced before, but satisfying and filling her in a way she never thought possible. Each of his shots was a shockwave through her entire body, and she felt herself bucking with them involuntarily, as if she was a puppet whose entire range of movement was controlled through his cock alone. He finished after what felt like ages, and she was left limp on his lap, full to spilling with his seed that would serve to continue the paradise she had found on Tu’Fal. As his ever-strong arms slipped her under the comforter he had bought just for her, she felt herself sinking into the plush majesty of her new home, fitting right in with her destiny, satisfied as the mother of a species in her own right. As she drifted off to sleep, eager to wake the next day in the bliss that had now become her everyday life, she realized exactly why Tu’Fallians mated for life, and found herself wishing that her first child would be a son.
Attraction to Alien
Chapter 1
Melissa listens to her favorite band on her headphones, hearing the melody and immersing herself into each and every word. She feels her long blond hair flowing in the wind, as she bicycles hard towards a job that she really doesn’t want in the first place. She’s one of their best barista’s in this coffee shop that is known for quite an eclectic clientele.
“I wonder if I can keep a straight face when I see Jennifer. If anybody is going to be able to see through my false smile, it’s going to be her.”
She contemplates calling in sick, but she’s already been on vacation for the past two weeks. The breakup between her and Andrew was like world war three. There was a lot of screaming and breaking of glass, but she still can’t understand why he was the one that was getting angry. Melissa had found his emails to other girls, including some very racy photos that really should’ve been kept between boyfriend and girlfriend.
“Just because we’ve been best friends since high school, doesn’t mean that I can’t keep a straight face. I really don’t want to get into this with her, because Jennifer can be quite smug when she knows that she was right. I thought that I could prove her wrong about Andrew, but it would appear that her assumption about his single life was right on the mark.”
Melissa has hit her stride by the time she reached one block away from her final destination. She’d already gone past the wall and was able to feel that second wind coming over her. Her legs were fatigued, but she liked the fact that she could work out and didn’t have to worry about insurance for a car. That was an expense that she didn’t need or want.
She gets to the coffee shop and she can smell the caffeine in the air. From the moment that she steps through the door, she knows that she’s trapped in a dead end job that wasn’t going anywhere. Her white and blue uniform with the short black skirt is a carbon copy of the one that Jennifer is wearing. Melissa sees her by the counter, chewing gum and twirling her dark hair around her fingers.
There hasn’t been a day since she went on vacation, two weeks ago that Jennifer didn’t call her and tell her about a certain client that had just started to come in at exactly the same time every day. Jennifer told her several times on the phone that she should come in and get a look at him herself, but she was still nursing a broken heart.
“I’m glad that you’re here, Melissa and we’ve been slammed from the moment that Jerry introduced the breakfast special.” Melissa jumped right into it, using her considerable charm and curvaceous frame of 5’2 and 120 pounds to her advantage. When she swung her hips, people noticed and it was her openness to talk just about anybody’s ear off that made her one of the best employees that Jerry had ever hired.
“I can honestly say that I haven’t missed this place, but the people are a different story.” They had regulars and most were police officers, firemen or those that had early mornings in the city. “This is not what I want to do for the rest of my life, Jennifer. There has to be something better and I’ve always believed that I was destined for something bigger.”
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about and we get exercise by staying on our feet and to be honest, there have been a select few men that make it worth my while to come in every day. Ooooh…I told you about one and according to my watch he should be here in less than 5 minutes.”
Melissa thought about what she said about the young man in question, but she really didn’t hold any hope that he was anything to write home about “I don’t know what she’s getting so fired up about. She usually has a flavor of the month. This guy can’t be all that special and I believe that she may be a exaggerating slightly.”
“I know how you can be, Jennifer and let’s just say that I’m not convinced. Even if it was true, then I have to wonder why you haven’t made a play for him yourself.”
The fresh blueberries cooking in various forms from muffins to bagels were now wafting from the kitchen. You wouldn�
��t know it to look at Jerry, but he was a consummate baker. Just because he had a gruff exterior, a beard that would’ve made any lumberjack proud, didn’t mean that he didn’t have a softer side.
Melissa had to stand there and look around and wonder how her life had gotten, so off track. She wanted to be an architect, but losing her folks when she was only 16 was a shock to her system. That was 10 years ago and she had run away from her aunt at the age of 18. She was domineering and opinionated and had no problem using corporal punishment to get her point across.
The bell rang over the door and Jennifer was now pointing towards the man that had come through the threshold. Through the sun streaking through the window of the door, she saw a handsome brooding dark haired man that seemed to have this way about him. Just looking in his direction, she noticed the two different colored eyes. He was built like a linebacker, wearing a black pair of pants and a black pullover Henley, not to mention his hair was coifed just so.
“I’m going to do you a favor, Melissa. For your first day back, I’m going to serve him to you on a silver platter. He doesn’t seem to be interested in me and you know how that seems almost an impossibility.” Jennifer had always been quite the eye candy and she had no problem using what god blessed her with to make the big tips. “Don’t ever say that I didn’t do anything for you. If he’s not interested in me, then maybe he’s looking for something a little less abrasive.”