“What’s this world you come from… tell me everything, Lon.” She demanded, resisting the urge to reach out and touch his blue shimmering bodysuit.
“I shall, but first I must know how you came upon me and what happened here?”
“Well, we just found your ship…” She looked around the musty room. “…or what ever this is, buried on a dead moon in our solar system.”
“Ah, I see it now.” He pulsed thoughtfully; his handsome face twisting with pain. “A thousand cycles of your star has passed since the ship malfunctioned and had to crash-land here.”
“Do you mean you a thousand years here on this moon, or thousand Earth years?” She looked at him inquiringly. “It makes a lot of difference.”
“Earth is where you come from?” His eyes glistened with acknowledgment.
“Yes, it’s where all life in this solar system comes from…” Killian nodded, staring at him intently. “…except for you now, of course.”
“Yes, it is the third planet of this star… the one I was headed for, a thousand of its solar cycles ago.” He looked around his ship. “Your people have advanced much in a millennium of your terrestrial years to now attempt colonizing the entire star system.”
“You were coming to Earth a thousand years ago and ended up here?” She looked at him suspiciously. “How did that happen?”
“A malfunction. Possible sabotage. I am unclear.” He looked distant. “Insurgent factions on my world were in opposition to the further survival of our kind. They believed our time had ended naturally and we should accept that.”
“How about you start from the beginning?” She said with a shrug. “I have a whole week.”
“It is far too long a tale.” He looked pensive, creasing his brow and making her belly flutter. “I will keep it short. Many millennia, in your time scale, my home-world, Quados Prime, flourished and then our sun began to die. Our people, the thinkers among them and the doers, devised ways to help our kind survive. I am one such instrument. My mission is to locate prime worlds that have a matching environment as our own and propagate our species upon it.”
“How do you do that?” She whispered, leaning closer to him.
“That’s my functionality.” He replied, with a sense of pride. “To inseminate the gestation vessels and have our kind evolve within the species of the chosen world and live as one.”
“And by gestation vessels you mean the local female population.” She eyed him incredulously.
“Affirmative.” His eyes flashed.
“That’s not going to go down well in my report.” She shook her head in apprehension.
“That might be a moot point now.” He pulsed sadly. “A millennial of waste, I might be the last of my kind now.”
“Out of curiosity, how would you go about your mission, if it were still viable?” She stared into his deep, dark eyes.
“By inseminating the receptive gestation ves… local female populace…” He seemed to falter, looking a little confused.
“Is that like mass artificial insemination or…” She pressed on.
“One at a time, via normal copulating means.” He said, with an air of indifference. “Mass artificial process hinders the natural progression of consciousness…”
“And how many would you be inseminating that way?” She leaned forward, keenness etched on her lovely face.
“As many, if not all eligible receptacles.” Lon almost grinned.
“You mean, your mission is to fuck as many women you can.” She said with a sharp whistle. “That’s a dream job for any guy, no matter what planet.”
“It is an arduous undertaking.” He agreed, nodding his head.
“Well, you sure look like you are up to the task.” She eyed his impressive body admiringly. “What woman would refuse a free lay with a man-god like you?”
“Alas, it is too late now.” He sighed, pulsing at her softly. “I have failed in my mission, my people are no more … it is impossible to link the genetics back to my world.”
“You mean after you impregnate a… er… gestation vessel… a link is formed between the conception and your dying world?” Her blue eyes went wide with shock at the most absurd revelation she had ever heard.
“Yes, and by the link our collective consciousness can communicate and educate the new life forms of our values and culture.” Lon had an expression of calm on his handsome face. “…ensuring the survival of our kind on distant young worlds.”
“You mean the dying race of your world can live on here among people on Earth… as the people of Earth, like parasites.” Killian couldn’t overcome her surprise. “That’s so grossly creepy.”
“And now I have no purpose.” He looked up at the dark ceiling of his ship. “My people are extinct.”
“How can you tell that your people are no more?” She felt his sadness, it made her heart ache.
“Our consciousness is collective…” He responded desolately. “I cannot sense them, they no longer exist.”
“And you were the only one on this ship?” She looked around furtively, expecting more like him to melt out of the walls around them.
“Affirmative.”
“Why are there three coffins?” She pointed at the capsules.
“Three…?” His eyes narrowed and then he smiled. “Ah, the regeneration chambers… they are each for me, set for alternate durations.”
“Regeneration?” Killian almost shrieked. “You mean like you die and are reborn?”
“We are not unlike. I have studied your species, before making the choice to seek your kind as our gestation vessels.” He nodded at her sagely. “You eat and sleep to regenerate, that is your evolutionary trait, and this, these coffins as you say, is ours.”
“This is getting weirder by the second.” She shook her head in disbelief. “But then you are an Alien.”
“As are you.” He smiled again.
“Yeah, and you’re hot.” She decided she had had enough of the science lessons. “Hotter than any guy I’ve ever seen.”
“It is my purpose to attract prospective and willing copulating partners.” He replied, almost defensively.
“Yeah, and it’s working.” She eyed him up and down. “I love the cover design already. Show me more.”
“I have explored your mind, Amelia Killian.” Lon pulsed with a knowing smile. “I am aware of the pleasures that you seek and I am capable of providing them.”
“Whoa! You’ve been inside my head?” She feigned surprised and reached for her blaster, her slender fingers caressing the butt.
“Since I became aware of your presence.” He sounded calm, his massive chest expanding and falling with each slow breath.
“But you were in some kind of Rip Van Winkle winter sleep?” Killian smiled back at him.
“Your presence here activated the auto-life support and awakened me.” He nodded. “The ship’s auto-detector sensed life on it and activated the supports.”
“I hope that’s a good thing.” She looked around the desolate ship. “Is this all there is to it?”
“The malfunction to the ship’s systems was irreversible. It could not continue on its course, I had to crash land here and routed all power to the regeneration pods to ensure my survival and also allow the craft to rebuild its reserves.”
“And now here you are, all hale and hearty, ready to get back into action.” The blonde clapped her hands.
“And yet I have no purpose.” He sighed deeply.
“Why don’t we find you a new one?” She grinned and overcame her inhibition to pat his dense muscular arm, feeling up the snakeskin-like shimmering bodysuit he wore.
“You wish to be inseminated by me.” He nodded with a patronizing smile.
“You can read my mind… what more does it say?” She almost purred, touching his arm again and sliding her hand down to his wrist.
“You wish to be inseminated by me… several times.” He confirmed, after a moment’s pause.
“Bingo, Mr. Virility.
” She laughed, squeezing his warm hand.
“Yet, I don’t see the purpose.” He looked at her curiously.
“Must be a pretty dead world you come from, pardon the insensitive pun there.” The blonde said dispassionately, releasing his hand. “But would you ever do anything for pleasure and fun over there, or was it always programmed plays and instinct driven drills?”
“I am open to modifications and upgrades.” He looked up and down his own body.
“Now you sound like Jared.” She laughed, making him look at her in curiosity. “You wish to propagate your kind into a new species, then it’s best you adapt to their ways… your life will have more meaning… and a constant purpose.”
“I can sense your heightened arousal.” He pulsed, observing her curvy body with a gleam in his dark eyes.
“Let’s make that your purpose for now, Lonnie.” Killian stood up, making him rise with her. “You now exist to satisfy only my need.”
“I am well pleased to have new purpose.” He sounded eager. “When shall we begin?”
“No time’s better than the present.” She thought, sure as day that he could read if off her mind.
“The life support on my ship is identical to the one on yours.” He pulsed, confirming he did read her thought. “You have no need for your protective exo-suit.”
“I suppose I can risk it.” She grinned and keyed in the command for her exo-suit to de-align. “It’s been so long since I’ve had the company of a real man.”
“I am not a man of your world.” He pulsed, eyeing her as she let her uniform slide off her sexy body.
“Even better.” She replied huskily, standing stark naked before him. “How do you find me, Lon?”
“You are most pleasing to the eye.” The alien from Quados Prime nodded appreciatively at the first naked human female he witnessed in a thousand Earth years.
“That sure makes me feel good…” She pouted, cupping her supple breasts in her palms. “But I’d feel even better if you showed me a more tangible response.”
“Would the erectile state of the male reproductive organ qualify as an adequate corporeal response?” He pulsed thoughtfully.
“In more ways than one, handsome.” She winked and watched with keen interest as the form fitting suit he was wearing began to dissipate off his chiseled body.
The Alien stood before her in all his naked glory. Pale skin, smooth and hard like porcelain and his body seemingly chiseled out of a hunk of marble. Her blue eyes went wide as they traversed along the dense muscularity of his neck and shoulders, down along his deep chest and rock-carved abdominals, and finally to his smooth hairless crotch. She licked her moist lips at the sight of his erect cock as it waved gently before her. It had to be at least a foot long and as thick as her forearm. Alien or human, that thing was a work of art and she intended to appraise it to her heart’s content.
“Oh, Lon.” She breathed. “You sure know how to make a gal swoon.”
“I sense that you approve whole-heartedly.” His grin was emphasized by a wild twitch of his erection. “I am ever ready to inseminate you at your beck and call.”
“I don’t have to read your mind to know that all you know about lovemaking is as mechanical as the rest of your way of life, Lon.” Killian threw her head back and walked up to him. “There’s more than just insemination to sex, and I am going to take your Stone Age sexual knowledge, Mr. Inseminator, and bring it to par with all the rest of your advanced technology.”
“As a means to gain purpose to my present existence, Amelia Killian.” Lon nodded eagerly. “I bow to your superior wisdom on the subject and allow myself to be educated accordingly.”
“Call me Amy, lover.” Killian moaned as his fingers touched her naked skin. “And let’s start with the first step to your education – the kiss.”
“The kiss – a mouth to mouth contact that seemingly has no reproductory value or…”
“Shut up and kiss me, you fool.” She hugged his thick neck and pulled herself up against his granite hard, yet marble smooth hairless body.
His thin lips met hers, tongues flicking hungrily at each other. She saw the surprise in his eyes give way to acknowledgment and then understanding. He kissed her with increasing passion, gaining physical and theoretical information as he explored her orally. She reached down and grasped at his steel hard cock, feeling the warm smoothness in her soft hands and the powerful throb. She had to get that piece of perfection into her mouth soon.
“Lon,” She gasped, pulling away from his enthusiasm. “Let’s move on… kiss my neck and breasts, baby.”
“I fail to see the…” He began to pulse curiously, “but I have this strange urge to do so.”
“Just kiss my breasts, baby.” She moaned huskily, guiding his hands to them. “Suck my nipples… ease the aching in those hardened beauties.”
She stiffened as his moist lips found her left nipple and he lovingly swirled his tongue all around it before popping it into his mouth and sucking on it. Her grip on his cock tightened and she began to stroke the pulsing flesh slowly. He sucked on her right breast next, gently kneading the left in his large hand. She ran her left hand along his smooth back and pumped his straining cock in her right.
“Oh, yes… yes.” She moaned, reaching up his broad upper back and thick neck to caress his hair as he sucked away on her breasts. “Oh, this feels so awesome… oh, Lon.”
“I am discerning new and addictive pleasure from doing this.” He pulsed as he sucked away. “Your breasts, a functionary for feeding the new born, are strangely becoming an obsession for me. I feel I must ravage them, a need quite contradictive of any logical copulative purpose.”
“Ravage away, baby.” She moaned, pushing his head even further between her breasts and stroking his cock ever harder.
“I feel a sense of pleasure heighten within me…” Lon pulsed into her mind. “…your hands are making my erect penis register sensations I have never experienced before.”
“You think my hands feel good on you, baby.” She groaned thickly. “Wait till I wrap my lips around that beauty.”
“Oh, I read your thoughts… you intend to orally stimulate me… yes, I see the visual representation in your mind… fellatio is the term in your native dialect.”
“Lon, your anti-septic observations are beginning to piss me off.” Killian grunted, sliding herself down his smooth muscular body. “Stop using your head so much and let your body take over… feel everything, instead of analyzing them.”
“I shall do as you ask.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as her moist lips brushed the tip of his bulbous cockhead.
Killian grasped the base of his whitish, foot long erection, her eyes shining in admiration. It was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen, real or virtual. As chiseled and hard as the rest of his body, the throbbing organ beckoned to her, setting her carnal need on fire. She took a deep breath, savoring the scent of his alien arousal. It filled her with a thrill like never before. Her little pink tongue flicked out and ran along the deep slit on the cockhead and she felt his body shiver. Pleased that she had hit the right note, she stabbed at him again with her tongue, swirling it lasciviously all around the apple-sized knob.
“Oh, such pleasure.” She heard him inside her head and took the entire head into her wide open mouth.
This was new to him, his reactions and facial expression told her that. Even an alien from an advanced culture could learn new things. She released the head and studied it. His pre-cum and her saliva slowly trickled down the shaft as she gently stroked the steel hard pole. Her left hand played with his smooth hairless balls and she was fascinated by how human-like he was, yet so much better. It was as if the perfect simulation program had somehow become tangible for her sole pleasure.
“I’m going to go down on you all the way, baby.” She told him throatily, “Take all the mental notes you want but don’t barrage me with them… let me enjoy this.”
“Affirmative, Amy.” He n
odded, looking at her with a strange expression on his handsome face. “I too would love to enjoy this.”
“You will, baby.” Killian moaned and slobbered kisses all over the rigid flesh.
She grabbed the base of his cock and struck the saliva coated head against her left breast, making the stiff nipple rub several times on the sensitive underside of his pulsing organ. He responded by sliding his large hand over her other breast, squeezing it passionately.
“Feels good, baby?” She purred. “Your cock feels good on my pretty, perky titties?”
“Nothing like ever before, sweet Amy.” He pulsed thickly.
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