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  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 cumming!” 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.”

  My Encounter With A Sweet Alien

  Outside her open bedroom window, the cows in her pasture stood sleeping as a gentle breeze wafted across the hardwood floors and onto her skin. Amy shuddered slightly and rolled over. Though the clear sky above dotted the earth with twinkling lights of a thousand stars, and the world around her peaceful farm lay still in the night air, a feeling of dissonance washed over her. Her loyal husky, Shiloh, stirred at the foot of the bed anxiously, causing the old springs of her four post bed to groan under the weight.

  “What is it, Shiloh?” she moaned, the sleep still fresh in her eyes. “Why are you so anxious tonight?”

  Shiloh lifted her head, her blue eyes reflecting in the moonlight. She yelped in Amy’s direction.

  “If only you could actually speak, Shiloh.” Amy gave a long stretch and surveyed her bedroom carefully through the darkness. Twilight spread across the hardwood floors, giving an eerie glow to the objects it touched, but nothing appeared to be disturbed.

  Shiloh leapt from her place on the bed, slapping her large paws against the wood beams and sending an echo through the silent house. She huffed again and let out a yelp that signaled distress. Outside, the herd rustled now, shifting nervously as if something else had joined them in the field, disturbing their peaceful slumber. Amy felt a chill sweep up her spine.

  “I feel it too, Girl,” she said, stroking the pacing husky’s fur. “I’m gonna go check it out.”

  Amy knew something was out there. She headed for the door, placing a pair of muddy work boots on her naked toes and lifted her shotgun from its usual seat above the door.

  Shiloh followed loyally across the room. Amy turned and gave her a warm smile; “No, Girl--go lay down,” she cooed, “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

  Shiloh whined, then obediently returned to her bed next to the stone fireplace as Amy opened the front door to a rush of cool night air. Outside, the brightness of a full moon gave the appearance of mid-day to the barn and driveway, sparkling across freshly cut grass and rocks. She stepped off the porch and turned towards the field behind her home, but nothing appeared out of sorts.

  A glow from the forest caught her eye and she turned to investigate; Amy could see a strange light pulsing deep within the darkness of sleeping trees. What—or who—could possibly be in the woods? Her heart raced in fear, but she knew she had
to find out.

  Her boots crunched the small, fallen twigs below her feet as she crept towards the glow. Into the thickness of the forest, the moonlight was trapped by the lush canopy, filling the area with a deep blackness almost too difficult to see within.

  Amy followed the pulsing light, stumbling upon exposed roots from the tall oaks as she trudged forward. But something drew her to the pulsing light; like a moth to a flame, she felt compelled to press on.

  A few hundred yards into the forest, she froze, eyes widening at the sight before her. Nestled among a small clearing laid a ship; it was unlike anything she had ever seen before. It was long and smooth, as if it had been crafted from a single hunk of metal. Its tip came to a sharp point, which was buried part-way under the earth; Amy wondered if its driver had some difficulty while landing. The light that had drawn her was coming from what appeared to be runner lights, dotting the edges on either side of the ship. They flashed brightly in the darkness, illuminating the area with a green glow. Amy inched closer, grasping the barrel of her shotgun nervously, prepared to fire at the first sign of trouble.

  The door hung open; the ship appeared to be abandoned. She leaned in, squinting her eyes in the hopes of catching a glimpse of the ship’s owner. Only the sounds of a cool breeze wafting through the treetops could be recognized, and the hum of the ship’s quiet engines below her.

  Suddenly, Amy felt a large hand rest on her shoulder. She shrieked and leapt forward in a stumble, pushing the hand away and whirling around to aim her gun.

  Before her stood a man swaying slightly, as if ready to collapse at any moment. He was tall, at least six and a half feet in height, with dark brown hair and shimmering deep emerald eyes. His breath was labored, heaving beneath the chilled muscles of his chest as he struggled to remain upright. He was simply gorgeous.

  Just then, the stranger collapsed into a heap on the ground, his large hands catching the earth to stop his fall. He gazed up at her frantically, those emerald eyes catching the glow of the engines and melting her heart. Amy helped him to his feet and without a word led him back to the farmhouse. I must be crazy, she thought.

  His head hung low, allowing the longer strands of his hair to dip and cover his mud-splattered face. She struggled to place him in a seat at the kitchen table where he finally slumped with a labored grunt. She gazed down at the weakened stranger in her kitchen, his head still hanging low as if at any moment he would fall from the chair to her floor.

  “Are you hurt?” She spoke hesitantly, and the stranger looked up.

  He shook his head to signal ‘no.’ “Hungry,” he groaned; his voice was deep and sexy.

  Amy nodded and searched the kitchen for something quick. She returned moments later, carrying a loaf of bread and some soup from the previous night’s meal. She placed the meal on the table beside him.

  Amy sat down and watched, puzzled, as the stranger examined the food. He picked up the spoon and hesitantly dipped it into the soup, bringing it to his soft, full lips for a taste. His face lit up with a grin and within minutes, the bowl’s entire contents were gone, followed quickly by the bread.

  “Wow, you were hungry,” she chuckled.

  “Thank you,” he beamed. “My rations ran out a week ago. Any longer and I wouldn’t have made it.”

  “So… who are you, and how did you end up in my woods? Are you in the military?” Amy was curious about the strange man she’d allowed in her home. As handsome as he might be, he could still be dangerous.

  “I mean you no harm,” he said with a reassuring smile, “I’m not from this planet, nor am I military. My name is Lukavyt-r, and I’m an explorer.”

  Amy blinked in surprise at his response. This beautiful creature was nothing like the movies had portrayed. She marveled at his long, muscular arms resting calmly on the table and the warm smile spreading across his stubble-lined face. With careful observation, the subtle differences became clear: his ears were longer than that of a typical human’s, coming to a smooth point at the tips; his shimmering white teeth held the slight hints of fangs.

  Amy’s heart raced, she suddenly felt overwhelmed with desire to reach out and run her hands along his deeply muscled body, as if some unseen force was drawing her in.

  He gave a seductive grin, watching her longing grow. “I’m not making you nervous, am I?” he raised an eyebrow. “You seem… occupied.”

  Amy quickly returned her gaze to his eyes, blushing a slight shade of crimson. He had sensed her desire, somehow, as if he carried a sixth sense. She felt exposed, as if she may as well be standing before him naked. Yes, he was attractive but this was something more—something deeper than the mere sight of a sumptuous man in her kitchen.

  “No… I’m not nervous,” she cleared her throat and sat upright, “just curious, I suppose. For starters, why were you looming around in the woods, Lukav-…Luk… sorry, can I just call you Luke?”

  He gave a long, deep laugh, “Luke it is. I wasn’t looming; I was lost. I landed here accidentally when my fuel gauge malfunctioned. I left the ship to find help and ended up wandering astray through the trees.”

  The two talked well into the early hours of morning. Luke described his home planet, which he had left years prior in search of unexplored worlds outside their galaxy. He spoke of the desert lands his home plant had become, barren of trees save a few select areas where the remainder of his people had migrated for life-sustaining needs.

  “The air is heavy now from the loss of oxygen.” His eyes grew dim and sadness swept across his face, reflecting on the dire situation of his people. “We’ve been forced to live underground where the air is pumped in through machines, and the planet is heating up at a rapid rate. My people decided to deploy scouts to evaluate surrounding areas to see if they’d be suitable for us to inhabit.”

  “Are there others here…” Amy hesitated, “like you?”

  “No,” Luke shook his head sadly, “I lost communication with the other ships nearly a year ago. I am several light years from home, and I can only hope they found a new planet somewhere closer.”

  Outside her window, the birds began to chirp loudly, signaling that morning had come. Shiloh inched closer, nudging Amy with her muzzle to signal that she needed to go outside. Amy gave Luke a polite smile and took Shiloh to the door, letting her out to roam free.

  When she returned, he had placed his head down on the table, clearly exhausted. Amy couldn’t help but feel safe near him, even though he was from another world. She placed her petite hand on his brooding shoulder gently.

  “Hey,” she cooed, “why don’t you stay here and rest awhile...at least until you get your strength back. I have a spare room you can use to get some sleep.”

  He nodded, “Thank you, most graciously.” Luke followed her upstairs, his heavy boots clumping on the wood. Amy could feel that he was sizing her up from behind as she walked, forcing a grin on her face.

  She led her exhausted new guest to an open door adjacent her own and motioned for him to enter. “You can stay in here. I live alone—well, except for my animals—so no one will bother you. I’ll be around if you need anything.”

  She left Luke to rest, closing the door to his room softly. Once free of his stare, she leaned her head against the door and gave a sigh. There was something about him that sent her body spiraling out of control; some deep attraction unlike anything that Amy had ever felt before.

  ****

  The warm water of her shower felt good after a day outside. Standing in front of her mirror, she wiped away the veil of steam and gazed at her reflection. Amy was tall, with long flowing chestnut hair that trailed down to her tight ass when allowed to roam loose. She was a natural beauty—her sun-kissed skin held a deep golden tan year-round; her deep brown doe eyes made men swoon with a single glance.

  Dropping the towel to the floor, she prepared to dress, taking a moment to survey her curves with a smile. The daily work on her farm gave her a shapely figure with the perfect combination of muscles and silky so
ftness. Her breasts, full and supple, hung loose while she dried the beads of water from her long legs. Her thoughts wandered once more to the sleeping stranger nearby and she felt a wave of desire flow through her. Luke hadn’t left his room all afternoon—she came indoors to check up on him several times throughout the day—yet she could feel his presence nearby.

  Amy gave a shout as the bathroom door busted open, forcing a rush of cold air into the room. Luke stood in the doorway, gaping in her direction. He stared, wide-eyed at Amy’s naked figure before him, as if he had never laid eyes on a woman before. His firm jaw hung open and his emerald eyes remained fixed on the site. Amy reached for the towel with a shriek and covered her breasts modestly.

  “Hey!” she growled, “You need to learn how to knock.”

  Once she was covered, it was if he was broken from a frozen trance. He shook off the shock and gave her a wicked grin. “Well you need to learn how to lock the door.”

  Amy gave him a playful scowl and tossed the towel in his direction, watching the look of surprise fill him once more. She walked slowly to the doorway where he stood, savoring his panicked stare as she swayed her hips seductively. Grasping the door slowly, she slid her hands onto the door knob suggestively. Before closing it, she gave once last teasing smile, leaving Luke looming in the hallway.

  Amy giggled, thinking of the effect her body had on him. Teasing was completely out of character for her, but this man brought out something inside her that she’d never felt before. Dressing quickly in her favorite worn jeans and a low-cut V neck tank top, she joined him downstairs.

  Luke was seated at the kitchen table once more, gulping glasses of water one by one from the large pitcher. He grinned as she entered, looking almost thankful that she hadn’t walked into the room naked—though the idea was tempting.