by Vixa Moon
There’s a buzzing sound.
“Ah, the doorbell,” Olivia says, getting up. “Quick, hide.”
“Hide? Why? I’m humanoid, and don’t look any different from you Earthlings.”
“Uh, I’m not sure I’d agree with that,” says Olivia, eyeing my traditional Tarnan warrior clothing, and my weapons.
I stay seated right where I am.
Olivia moves over to the door. I watch her figure going past. My cock grows stiffer each time I see her figure moving. She’s incredibly sexy. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to go without plunging my cock into her.
Olivia opens the door.
There’s a human male, weak and skinny looking, standing at the doorway. He holds two large boxes made of some primitive material.
“Thanks,” says Olivia, taking a piece of paper from him and writing her name on it. She fills in some other numbers.
“Thanks,” says the delivery man.
Suddenly, he catches sight of me and does a double take, looking surprised.
“Oh,” says Olivia, “We’re just doing a uh… Star Trek thing here. You know, we’re huge nerds, and we like to dress up… Just look at the TV, we’ve got a replica of the Klingon system map on there.”
“Uh, OK,” says the man, sounding strange.
He takes another look at me before leaving.
“That was close,” says Olivia, closing the door. “We’ve got to get you some normal clothes to wear, especially if we’re going to go anywhere.”
“I don’t see what the problem is,” I say. “Is that the food? I’m starving.”
“Yup, two extra large pizzas with everything on them. I think you’re going to like it.”
“It smells… strange,” I say, opening the lid of one of the boxes.
“I think you mean it smells amazing,” says Olivia. “I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since… I guess it was yesterday.”
I watch as she takes a triangular piece of the substance and takes a bite of it. Steam comes off of her piece.
I take another deep smell with my nostrils. It’s certainly not wild meat, fresh from the hunt, but it is food after all.
I do what Olivia did and take one of the triangular pieces and shove it into my mouth.
To my surprise, it’s delicious. It doesn’t taste anything like meat. But there is meat on it, from different animals. The whole flavor is… incredible. It’s like an explosion of delightful flavors in my mouth.
“Wow,” I say. “This is incredible.”
Olivia laughs. “Glad you like it,” she says. “So aliens do like pizza. I’ve got to remember that one.”
Twenty minutes later, and I’ve devoured the entire pizza.
“Holy shit,” says Olivia, her jaw dropping as she sees that I’ve finished everything. “You really do eat a lot.”
“I need strength,” I say. “But I can go a long time without food. Sometimes the hunts on Tarnen last days and days without anything to eat or drink.”
Olivia nods.
I see her glancing surreptitiously at my body, at my muscles, taking it all in. Her pupils seem to dilate as she looks at me. That must be a sign of attraction among the Earth humans.
“Well,” says Olivia. “I don’t know about you, but I’m about ready to hit the hay.”
“Hit the hay? Is that a ritual here on Earth?”
Olivia laughs. “It means go to sleep. Do you Tarnens sleep or you’re just constantly ready for battle?”
“We sleep,” I say. “Where’s your bed?”
I stand up and start removing my shirt, as I always do before getting ready for sleep. I start with each buckle and pull it off.
Olivia’s eyes widen as she sees my completely naked torso and my bulging muscles.
“Uh, you were planning on sleeping in my bed?” she says, her voice sounding kind of faint.
“Of course,” I say. “Where else would we sleep?”
“Well, um… On Earth… usually there’s a little bit of…”
She seems to lose her words as she continues to stare unabashedly at me.
I start removing my weapons from my belt, placing them carefully on one of the small tables next to the couch. The belt is heavy and I remove it carefully. It’s an ancient relic, something that only the most revered families of Tarnen have. It’s well made, forged by an ancient craftsman, one of the most skilled ever to live and die on Tarnen.
Next, I unbuckle my belt, and start pulling down my pants.
9
Olivia
I can’t keep my eyes off his incredible body. It turns out that his strange alien clothes were hiding a lot.
He doesn’t seem to have any shame about his body at all. And why should he? It’s incredible.
He pulls down his pants, revealing that he’s not wearing any underwear at all.
With his shoes and his belt, his pants and his shirt, all completely off, he stands in my living room completely naked.
His cock looks like a normal human cock, except that it’s massive. It’s not erect right now, but it’s quickly becoming so. I watch as it grows before my eyes like some animal. It continues to stiffen, and it just doesn’t stop growing. Not for a moment.
But he doesn’t seem the least bit embarrassed about it. And again, why should he be?
I can feel myself getting all excited, all wet.
Korzak seems to pick up something of my reaction.
“It’s not customary for your people to undress before bed?” he says.
“Uh… that depends,” I say. “I mean, sometimes…”
A big part of me doesn’t want to tell him that it’s weird that he’s taking his clothes off, because I want to enjoy looking at that crazy hot body of his for as long as possible.
This whole experience feels surreal. About a day ago, I was settling down for a day of Star Trek binging, and since then I’ve narrowly escaped death when abducted from Earth. Now I’m back on Earth, and this super hot alien is standing buck naked in my living room, with his cock swiftly growing as he doesn’t take his eyes off me for even a moment.
Oh, and for the cherry on top, he wants to bring me back to his planet, because he’s convinced that I’m his fated mate or something, and that we’re meant to be together forever. My mind starts wandering… I wonder how much sex being his mate would entail… Probably a lot.
Korzak is looking at me expectantly, waiting to tell me more about sleeping customs on Earth.
I decide to lie. Well, not exactly lie. But just not tell the whole truth.
“Uh, just come on,” I say. “We can sleep in the same bed. A lot of people do that.”
Yeah, a lot of couples do that. But not a lot of people who have just met. I mean, sure, one night stands and everything. But that’s different. That’s people looking to hook up. Not just sleep.
But what’s going to happen once we’re in bed? I have to admit I’m leaning… Well, I’m having mixed feelings about it. Let’s put it like that.
Korzak follows me, buck naked, mind you, into my bedroom.
My bedroom is a mess, even worse than the living room. Remember that I was in a pretty heavy depression, and cleaning my bedroom was the last thing on my mind. There are dirty clothes all over the floor, and even some empty ice cream containers. Which is disgusting now that I look at it. Never leave old food in the bedroom, I remind myself. Never again.
There are a couple of my bras hanging in weird places, but Korzak ignores them.
The bed itself is completely unmade, and I can’t remember the last time I changed the sheets.
But Korzak doesn’t seem to mind at all.
He gets right into bed, lying face-up and staring straight at the ceiling. He’s very tall, but the bed is pretty big. He barely fits on it length wise, and width wise, he takes up way more than half of the bed.
I find myself staring at his cock. I just can’t keep my eyes off it. It’s fully erect now. Or at least more erect than it was earlier. It’s massive, longe
r and wider than anything I’ve ever seen before. But it’s not crazy large. Like, I could definitely fit that inside me. Damn, my mind is going to some filthy places already, and I haven’t even gotten into bed yet with him.
His cock is sticking basically straight up. Well, straight as an arrow, but at an angle, pointed to his head.
“Is there a problem?” says Korzak, looking over to me, tilting his head.
“Uh, no,” I say, trying to get my head out of the dirty, filthy place it’s gone. I have to tear my gaze away from his erect cock.
Now I notice that he really doesn’t know how to use a bed properly. He’s completely ignored the pillows, for instance. And he doesn’t make any effort to pull the sheets up over him.
“Is that how you Tarnens sleep?” I say.
“Yes,” says Korzak. “Why?”
“Uh, nothing,” I say, stifling a giggle.
“We usually sleep on harder surfaces, though,” says Korzak, pushing down the mattress with his hand. “This is quite soft.”
I nod my head. “Do Tarnens always sleep… with full on erections?” I say.
“No,” says Korzak. “But it is a natural response when seeing an attractive woman.”
“Oh,” I say. “Yeah, I know, but… I don’t know, guys here on Earth usually make some effort to… I don’t know, conceal it… in certain situations I guess…”
I suddenly realize there’s no way I’m going to explain to him the complex customs of Earth dating. I’m pretty sure that I don’t even understand them myself, after all. I mean, once I did have a guy I dated undress himself completely when I went to the bathroom. We were watching a movie at his place, and when I came back he was buck naked. He wasn’t erect, though, and he honestly wasn’t great looking without his clothes on. Nothing like Korzak. Not even in the same ballpark. And trust me when I say it didn’t go well for that guy. I was out of there faster than he could even try to apologize. It was the first date, after all.
But there’s something different about Korzak. I mean, that’s obvious. He’s an alien, after all.
But I think I’m starting to sort of like him. And that’s apart from just being insanely attracted to him physically.
I get the sense that he doesn’t bullshit. He definitely doesn’t play the games that guys here on Earth do.
He’s very clear with what he wants, and that’s to “mate” to me, marry me, or whatever, and take me back like some trophy to his home planet.
Depending on how you take that, it could be creepy and scary, or insanely romantic.
I’m starting to lean towards the romantic side of it.
Not that I’m ready to leave Earth. It is my planet after all.
“Aren’t you going to sleep?” says Korzak, in his deep voice.
“Oh, right,” I say, realizing I’ve just been standing here, trying not to look at his massive cock. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to get changed.”
“Where are you going?”
“Just the bathroom.”
Korzak doesn’t say anything. But I’m starting to be able to read him a little better. Somehow, I can tell that he thinks it’s a little strange that I would go to another room to change.
“I… I usually change by myself,” I say. I grab a couple random things from the room quickly.
I head into the bathroom and close the door behind me. I suddenly realize it’s the first moment that I’ve had to myself in quite a long time. The last was right before I was abducted. Most of the last 20 hours I’ve spent in close proximity with Korzak, an alien that I didn’t even know existed until recently. Hell, I didn’t even know aliens existed. I’d had my ideas, sure, and I’d read all the theories out there and seen all the documentary. But I’d never had proof. And now I have the best proof in the whole world lying naked in my very own bed. The hottest proof, I think to myself, suppressing a giggle.
I take a look at the clothes I grabbed from the bedroom.
It’s just an old sweatshirt and two pairs of grey sweatpants. Not exactly sexy. But it’s not like I own anything resembling an elegant nightgown, something that I can casually let slip aside to reveal one of my breasts, or some ample cleavage…
Am I going crazy? I’m worried about dressing sexy for the naked alien who’s sleeping in my bed?
Well, I guess I am going crazy. Really crazy. Crazy for him. Because instead of putting on the sweat pants and t-shirt, I opt instead for wearing a lacy bra that I luckily have hanging in the bathroom over the shower rod.
There’s a pair of lacy panties tucked into one of the drawers under the sink. I’d completely forgotten about that. I bought them a few years ago as a sexy surprise for my now ex-boyfriend. We ended up having an argument, a huge one, so I never used them, and they just sat there forgotten. Well, this is as good of an opportunity as ever.
I emerge from the bathroom feeling sexy. Not that I often feel that way. But, after all, there’s nothing like a naked, muscular alien telling you that you’re the reason his naked cock is super erect and that it’s just natural.
“Hey there,” I say, entering the bedroom. “This is what human women always wear to bed.”
I figure there’s no way he’ll know that I’m dressing like I’m trying to seduce him. After all, he doesn’t know anything about Earth customs. But wait, am I trying to seduce him? I keep vacillating between yes and no… between my unmistakable for desire for him and the intense weirdness of the whole situation.
Korzak looks at me, nodding. He won’t take his eyes off me. He’s staring at my breasts and my thighs. I guess those Tarnens really aren’t self conscious about their urges.
I gingerly lay myself down next to him. This is the side I always sleep on, but there’s less room than there normally is. I end up lying flat on my back just like Korzak, even though I never sleep like this. I’m just looking up at the ceiling, which is some strange stucco pattern that I’ve never liked, one that I’ve always avoided looking at.
“So, uh,” I say, suddenly feeling awkward lying next to the naked Korzak. I pull the sheets up and over me, to cover myself. I suddenly feel very exposed, despite dressing like this on purpose. But thinking I’m in a sexy mood in the bathroom is way different from actually being right next to Korzak. This hasn’t been what you could ever remotely call a traditional date—getting saved from alien abductors is a weird way to end up next to a guy in bed.
“Yes?” says Korzak.
“Huh?” I say.
“You were starting to say something.”
“Oh yeah,” I say. “So, uh… How does this whole mate thing work? I mean… is it like getting married? Because it sounds a little more… primal or something… are the mates like… required to… uh…”
“You’re wondering if the women are forced into what you call marriage on your planet?” says Korzak, chuckling deeply. “No, of course not. No one on Tarnen is forced to do anything. Unless you’re a convicted felon, of course, and then you’re exiled from Tarnen.”
“So it’s not an arranged marriage?” I say, surprised.
“No,” says Korzak. “But I will say that the oracle is extremely accurate. I’ve never heard of a case going wrong. Sometimes there are unforeseen tragedies, of course. But the oracle always knows who will fall in love.”
“So Tarnens believe in love?” I say.
This is so weird, talking about love next to an alien, while we both stare at the ceiling.
Well, I think he’s staring at the ceiling.
I turn my head slightly to check. Instead of seeing Korzak staring at the ceiling, he’s staring right at me. He’s staring at my body. I can see the desire in his eyes. Now he looks at my face, meeting my gaze. His face is chiseled, insanely handsome…
“We believe in love,” says Korzak, his voice deadly serious. “The oracle happens to predict perfect love nearly all the time…”
“I’m starting to think there’s something to this oracle,” I say in a hushed voice.
Korzak turns sligh
tly, tilting his head towards me. His mouth and lips are coming close to me.
His lips press against mine, and I kiss him back. It’s the most intense kiss of my life. I didn’t even know it could feel like this.
Finally, Korzak pulls away slightly.
“You’re incredibly beautiful,” says Korzak.
“You’re… something else,” I manage to say.
He’s taken my breath away completely. I feel like I can barely form a sentence, let alone utter words. It’s a miracle I said what I said, even if it doesn’t make total sense.
I find myself now staring again at his cock. I’m drawn to it like a magnet. I thought it couldn’t possibly get any bigger, but there it is, growing and growing, getting harder and harder.
I reach out with my hand moving it towards it, as I turn over onto my side to face Korzak.
He keeps lying on his back, his head tilted towards me.
“This has been a really weird day,” I say. “For me, at least. I don’t know what you normally get up to.”
My hand brushes up against his rock hard cock.
I can’t even begin to explain the excitement that I feel as my hand touches his cock that’s growing harder and stiffer by the minute.
Suddenly, there’s a shrieking noise that comes from the living room.
“What the hell is that?” I say.
“The alarm I set up,” says Korzak, serious. “A ship has entered the system.”
“Shit,” I say. “You think it’s the CATs?”
“I need to check,” says Korzak.
He gets up from bed, naked, strong, and tall. His cock is still erect.
I follow him into the living room, where the display he set up is still on the TV.
Korzak points to two little dots. There’s some alien lettering next to them. I guess the translator pill doesn’t allow me to read alien languages, only to understand them when they’re spoken to me.
“Right there,” he says. “Those are two CAT ships, the same ones that blew up the Verdant Falcon.”
“Shit,” I say, again. “What do we do? Are they coming for us?”