Taken Rough by the Alien
It was nearing the end of the night and Chelle was consumed by the preoccupation of how she would be getting home tonight. As her friends drank and danced the rest of the night away with their potential hookups, she leaned against their table and looked at the thinning crowd without an answer. She would have to take a taxi. There was really no other way around it. She did not want to brave the public transport system this late and alone. Sighing, she picked up her glass from the table and drained her drink. Right when she set it down she heard the voice of a man come up beside her. Over the music of the club and her own thoughts, she was not able to catch what he said. In fact, she was not even completely sure if he had actually addressed her.
She turned to look at him and suppressed the look threatening to take over her face. He was incredibly attractive, easily one of the most attractive men she had ever met. Rather, been so close to in person given they had not actually spoken yet. She 3cleared her throat and raised an eyebrow as if to ask why he was just standing there. That was when it dawned on him she had not heard his original greeting so he leaned forward, his mouth so close to her ear she could feel his warm breath on her skin. “Are you alone or waiting?” He had a smooth and melodious voice, the kind a person could listen to all day and get lost in pleasant thoughts.
She nodded at her friends and replied, “I’m alone now.” She turned back to him and shrugged, with a somewhat defeated smile on her lips.
He took a couple steps forward and she could almost feel his body heat radiating off him. Her breath caught in her throat. Could it be she would not end up the lone friend for the night after all? Not that it had bothered her, really, save for the concern of getting home. But she would not care to deny she was quite interested in having this man’s company. “Would you prefer to be left alone?” He asked it quite delicately, in a way she could not have imagined many people asking anything at all. Already she was far more intrigued by him than she could even understand.
“Not necessarily,” she replied casually. She did not want to clue him in just yet as to how interested she truly was. Though she found him quite appealing already she wanted to test the waters. There was always the chance he would not turn out to be so interesting after all or simply be one of those good-looking men far too full of themselves. Something in her mind, however, set off an alert that indicated otherwise. She felt as if her very body were telling her he was far more interesting than she could even believe.
He turned to face the crowd in front of them as he leaned back on the table next to her. He said nothing for a couple minutes. They stood together in silence, observing the crowd and looking at the difference between the people who chose to stay until the very end and those who called it quits so close to that time. It was not until he draped his hand over her shoulder that he spoke again, “Would you like to go outside and talk for a while?”
She turned to him and nodded. He seemed to be very comfortable with her despite having just met but he was doing everything right. He was smooth and just the right amount of mysterious. He made his interest in her very clear but was not pushy, making her feel uncomfortable or harassed. He removed his arm and made a sweeping motion toward the door so she could take the lead. On their way out, she stopped and let one of her friends know she would be going and pointed at him. The friend nodded and gave a subtle wink before returning to the man she had met early on in the night. It was a rare occurrence for the group of them to go out together and all end up with a partner of some sort. In fact, this may have been the first time it all happened like this.
Chelle stepped outside, enjoying the refreshing night air surrounding her after being sweaty and stuffy in the club. She turned to the man and asked, “What’s your name?”
“Lance. Yours?”
“Chelle,” she responded with a smile. She looked around and noticing nothing was open on the block. “Where should we go?”
He simply shrugged and looked around as well. He turned to look at her and said, “We can find a diner to maybe grab a coffee and talk?” She nodded and the two began to walk in silence, enjoying the sounds around them mixing with their footsteps. She briefly wondered why they did not say much to each other at all and why it was not awkward but quickly dismissed the thought. It did not matter because it was not awkward. She decided to take it as a good sign rather than question it. After about ten minutes they saw the bright, neon lights of a 24-hour diner. Naturally, there was an influx of drunken groups of friend from the nearby nightlife establishments but the two managed to nab a table off to the corner near the back of the dining area.
“Two coffees?” He was looking over her shoulder as he asked the question but quickly glanced at her when she nodded for the confirmation, placing the order as soon as the waitress reached their table. Chelle took the opportunity to adjust her top in order to cover up a bit of her cleavage that was more of her boobs almost entirely spilling out of her top at this point. She did not mind flaunting her large breasts in a cute top and in the appropriate circumstances but she did not want to leave everything out in the open either. And sitting across the table from someone in a brightly lit diner, not matter how packed with drunken people it was, made it feel a bit much.
Lance turned back to her and smiled as he pulled the sugar packets to the middle of the table. “Tell me, Chelle, is this a usual Saturday nigh for you?” He asked in such a calm manner she simply sat and stared him for about a minute before realizing she had not yet answered his question.
She gave a small, awkward chuckle and fumbled slightly with the sugar packets before meeting his gaze. “It’s actually not. My friends and I don’t go clubbing together all that often. We prefer to keep out gatherings a bit more mellow.”
“Was it a special occasion then?”
“No, it just sort of happened. How about you?”
He folded his hands neatly on the table and smirked, his green eyes piercing right through her brown eyes. Right at that moment, the waitress returned with two steaming mugs of coffee and creamer. She set them on the table and asked if they needed anything else before walking away. Chelle poured some creamer in her coffee and one packet of sugar before stirring it as she looked up to watch Lance. He was already sipping it, just plain black coffee, but still had not bothered to answer her question. She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow before taking a sip to let him know she was still waiting. “Not at all,” he finally replied as he set his mug back down on the table. It was already almost half empty.
“I usually avoid those places but a friend of mine did some promotion work for that club and asked me to go.”
“So you went out as a favor?”
“Essentially, yes. But now I’m glad for it.”
Chelle looked at him making very clear her thinking he was being too cheesy. She was pretty sure what he meant by that last statement and, quite frankly, she was not one for that kind of over-the-top exchange. She actually went on to tell him this just a few minutes later when the conversation took that turn. After she did, he dropped his head with and said, “It may seem tacky but I did mean it.”
She took a sip of her coffee and eyed him. She was usually cautious with any new person she met but given this precise circumstance, she was a bit extra doubtful about what he said and how he behaved. A part of her was pretty sure he just wanted to get lucky for the night. Another part of her reasoned he was not actually acting like someone with one very specific goal in mind. It was clear he was attracted to her but he was not pushing some kind of agenda, at least not in an obvious way.
When he had finished his coffee and refused a refill from the waitress, he declared it was time for each of them to go their separate ways on account of it having been a long night already. “I want to get to know you under more favorable circumstances,” he clarified, “And that includes both of us being well-rested.” She smiled and walked out of the restaurant feeling reassured they would meet again. He hailed her a cab first and even paid for her fare before pulling her in for a loose but genuine hug. She noted he smelled quite strongly of pleasantly scented cologne and, on the way home, found herself wondering if he always used so much of it or if it was reserved just for nightlife.
She walked straight to her bedroom after locking up her front door, hurriedly stripping her clothes off and climbing into bed. It was not until that moment she realized how much her body ached from exhaustion. She shut her eyes only to replay meeting Lance at the club, remembering the rush of feelings she experienced, and recalling his lingering scent after he hugged her goodbye. It was all so vivid. And with these thoughts and heightened senses pulling her toward very active but welcome dreams, she drifted off to sleep.
The following afternoon Chelle was lounging around her apartment and watching a movie when her phone’s message alert went off. She sat up and reached over to grab it only to find she had received a message from a number not registered in her phone’s contact list. She opened it to find it was from Lance and it was a very simple message asking how her day was going so far. She typed out a quick response and sent it before she started overthinking it. His reply came not even a couple minutes later proposing drinks after work tomorrow. She paused and went over her schedule in her mind before agreeing. The two settled on a place and time and in less than ten minutes the back and forth was over with arrangements successfully made. It was not lost on Chelle how easy that had been and how incredibly rare that was.
So the next day she dressed appropriately for work but still something she would be okay wearing on her drinks date, all she had to do was remove her blazer. The workday went by in a flash with how busy she was and by the time she was heading to meet Lance for drinks, she was more than happy to have something fun to look forward to. He was already waiting at a corner a table when she stepped into the lounge, mid-tempo easy listening pumping steadily through speakers and a laid-back atmosphere perfect for a weekday. She walked directly toward him and he immediately stood up, a smooth smile curling his lips upward and his green eyes shining despite the dim lighting.
“How was your day?” He asked in his melodious voice making the mundane question more interesting than usual. Not wanting to bore him with details of her job just yet, she gave a simple but honest answer just as the cocktail waitress walked over to take their order. They went through a couple drinks slowly focusing mostly on each other, making easy conversation and ignoring the noise from the people around them. Chelle had never met a man with whom she could spend an evening so freely and enjoyably right off the bat. There was definitely something different about Lance and whatever it was highly intrigued her.
As the night went on, Lance became more forward with his hints at wanting to take her back to his place. She could not deny she wanted to go back with him and see where that led them. She had a pretty good idea what would end up happening and she was not opposed to it but there was always a voice in her head making her doubt any impulsive decisions she made. And this was definitely impulsive. Everything with Lance was often impulsive, quite frankly. Eventually he was sitting so close to her their sides were pressed together and his arm was draped over her shoulder, lips grazing her ear every time he leaned in to whisper something. And soon almost everything he had to say was a playful innuendo until they were finally kissing each other and the heat between their bodies increased. He pulled back and looked right into her eyes with those piercing green eyes of his, those eyes that shocked and intrigued her at the same time. “So, what do you say?”
She looked into his eyes and decided to follow this drive she felt to just live in the moment with Lance and act on what she wanted. She leaned in for a kiss before nodding. “Let’s go,” she said against his lips. He wasted no time in taking her by the hand and guiding her out toward his car. It was a sleek, black sedan that was very obviously an expensive import but she had never seen another vehicle like it. As he made to unlock the door he paused and turned to look at her. “Maybe you should take you car rather than leave it here.” She nodded and as she started walking away he grabbed her wrist gently to hold her back. “I want to take you somewhere. My place is on the way. Would you be okay with parking your car at my place and then we can go together?”
Already Chelle was faced with another decision. She debated between playing it safe or just living in the moment and experimenting while hoping for the best. So far that method had not failed her where Lance was concerned. “Sounds like a plan,” she responded before pulling her wrist out of his grasp and walking to her car. She followed him to a residential area near the outskirts of town until he pulled into the driveway of an upscale high-rise apartment building. He directed her to the guest parking, taking the time she used to gather her things to turn his car around and pull up behind her. She slipped into his car and marveled at how plush the seat was, how cool the interior felt, and how sleekly designed the entire interior was. She had never been inside a high-end car such as this one and she had the feeling his was top of the line even within that category.
“It’s a bit out of the way,” he informed her as he pulled back out onto the road. “Let me know if you change your mind.” He was completely sincere and that made her feel much more at ease. It allowed her the freedom to enjoy an exciting adventure on something new with a man she was completely charmed by. She had never been someone to live so spontaneously but was quickly realizing why her closest friends were often telling her to try being a bit freer from time to time. It felt amazing to truly enjoy everything and now know everything that would happen in advance. As long as she felt comfortable she did not see a problem with it.
Nearly an hour later she looked out the window to see thick trees obscuring the view and said, “You weren’t kidding when you said it was out of the way.” She turned to him with a smile and he chuckled. “We’re almost there,” he told her. A few minutes later he turned onto what may or may not have been a dirt road. She was unsure if it was meant to be there or if he had made it by traveling along the same path time and time again. As they drove in deeper into the woods something large resembling an aircraft came into view. It shined under the light of the moon and as she leaned forward in her seat squinting for a better view, everything suddenly went black.
Chelle woke up to find she was lying on a bed in the middle of a cabin of what appeared to be an aircraft. The image of it from the outside came back to mind and she sat up quickly in a slight state of panic, causing her head to spin. Once she felt steady she turned to see Lance sitting on a couch off to the side, quietly observing her. “You passed out almost an hour ago,” he said in an eerily calm tone. For the first time since they had met she felt uneasy around him and worried she had made a terrible mistake.
“Chelle,” he said softly and for the first time she saw a gentle look in his eyes. “I’m sorry if you’re a bit shaken up. You just passed out and I thought the best thing would be for you to lie down. I can take you back home now.” She could not be sure if she was imagining it or not but she detected a trace of guilt in his voice. She could tell he would be disappointed if the evening were ruined but he also felt sorry for putting her in this position. And with that her panic began to disappear.
“It’s okay,” she told him quietly. He looked up at her and smiled. “What is this place?”
His smile quickly disappeared to be replaced by a very serious facial expression. She wondered why her question had triggered such a drastic change in him. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and straightened up, looking at him while waiting for an answer. She studied his face and noticed how tense it was along with the rest of his body.
“I need to tell you something. I thought this was a good idea but now…” he trailed off and looked down and twisted his hands in his lap. “I realize how it might seem. I don’t want you to get scared and think I’ve lured you into a trap.”
Chelle tensed up and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. Starting a conversation that way was not really a good sign. It was far from reassuring. She felt the fear from earlier begin to slowly creep up her back. She gulped and stared at him, unable to speak a single word.
“There is really no way to say this that would make you believe it to be true or react any differently.” He stood up and walked to the furthest end of the cabin to put as much space between them as possible. “I’m an alien,” he confessed. He did not break eye contact with her and she felt the gaze from his brilliant green eyes piercing right through her.
“What?”
“I’m an alien. Do- do you believe we exist?” She nodded slowly. She had never doubted their existence but could have never imagined she would knowingly encounter one, much less be attracted to and date one. He motioned for her to step forward to a window and she peered out into the dark forest. Suddenly, she felt the aircraft give a jolt and they were ascending. It was not long before they were above the trees of the forest and began gliding slowly and silently over it. A storm had been brewing earlier in the evening and now that they were in the air, she could hear it clearly. She gasped and turned back to look at him.
“It’s okay,” he reassured her. He stood in the same spot as before and looked at her, waiting until she had processed everything.
“But you look just like any other person,” she said flatly. After everything, that was all she could manage to think of saying.
Her belief and lack of extreme fear seemed to give him back his confidence. Lance smirked and replied, “Some aliens certainly do look closer to what humans imagine though some of your portrayals are, quite frankly, far off and even a bit insulting. But I look like this, just like an average human, for the most part.”
Chelle stared at him before slowly repeating, “For the most part.”
Lance took a step back from her and looked straight up so that a dim light she had not noticed before illuminated him. She noticed something running over his skin until every inch of that skin was completely pearlescent. It was beautiful and entrancing though not at all human. He moved his head down and stared right into her eyes. It was not a menacing look but it was stern so she took a step back in sudden alarm. It was not until she gathered herself that she noticed those same piercing green eyes that had captivated her earlier when they first met were now a luminous green with pupils that had stretched into vertical slits. She could not help but find him beautiful in this state and that immediately made her feel as if she had gone completely mad.
“I feel like I should be afraid,” she said hollowly as she took a step toward him, “But I don’t think I’ve often reacted to situations the way most people would. I’ve never been spontaneous but I’ve also never been what most people assume I should be.” She took a few more steps until she was mere inches from him. She continued to be pushed forward by her desire to live in the moment putting aside the fact she would not have reacted like most people would in her situation. She also knew this would not be her usual reaction either. But she did not want to give any of this up and he did not seem threatening. She reached out and ran her index finger gingerly over his forearm, feeling the difference in the texture of his skin. “Maybe I have some alien in me,” she whispered half in jest and half in awe.
He took a step forward and wrapped his arm around her waist to pull their bodies together. “If you don’t know, I’m hoping you will soon.” There was a devious glimmer in his eyes before he moved forward and pressed his lips against hers. She made an mmm sound and sunk right into the kiss, opening her mouth right away so he could slide his tongue into it and they could taste each other as the kiss deepened. He began walking slowly, leading her backward until her back was pressed up against the cold wall of the aircraft still speeding over the land, completely undetected under the coverage of the storm clouds. She broke the kiss with a gasp when she felt his hands slide under her shirt, his skin burning hot against her own. It was not the normal body heat of another person or the burning trail one felt due to excitement, it was a piercing and sudden burn directly from his skin. It did not hurt but it was shocking. His hands stopped moving until she leaned back in to continue kissing him, his hands then continuing to move slowly up her sides and dragging her shirt up as they went. She instinctively stretched her hands up straight above her head and he pulled back from the kiss momentarily to yank her shirt off over her head before tossing it clear across the cabin.
He placed his hands flat against her stomach and upper chest, pushing her back so the warm skin of her back pressed against the cold wall, sending chills running over her entire upper body. He kissed her cheek, along her jawline, and down her neck until he began running the tip of his tongue along the line of her collarbone. Suddenly she felt something icy on her skin and it was Lance slowly breathing out onto it after sucking gently at the base of her neck. She shivered at the sensation. He ran his hands all over her torso continuing to leave a burning trail, as his mouth was busy licking over the skin of her neck and jawline with his warm tongue before covering it with his chilly breath. Her body felt overloaded on the different temperatures and their sensations, never having experienced anything like it until now. He wrapped his arms around her so he could unclasp her bra and he slid it down and off her arms, letting it drop to the floor without wasting time in taking one of her hardened nipples into his mouth.
He sucked intently on it before opening his mouth over it and letting out one of his chilly breaths, causing bumps to erupt all over her skin and a whimper to escape her mouth. She let her head fall back against the wall as he repeated the actions on her other nipple, the tips of his fingers lightly and slowly caressing up and down her sides. He pulled back to appreciate the view of her large, heaving breasts before kneeling down in front of her and licking along her torso leaving a warm, wet trail with a flat tongue pressed against her skin followed by a long, icy cold breath. She shivered once again, enjoying the new and extreme combination of sensations. She had never known temperature play could feel so amazing but was also aware it had a lot to do with the fact Lance had abilities humans lacked.
He ran his tongue along the dip between her hip and her waist, enjoying licking along her voluptuous curves and leaving another trail of his icy breath before nipping slightly right over her hipbone. She let out a small yelp at the sudden feeling of it but was soon distracted by Lance unbuttoning and unzipping her pants. He pulled them down in one quick motion, dragging her panties along. He stood up and kissed her deeply, pressing his body against hers until she could feel his hard bulge. She pushed her hips out to rub against it and they both moaned. The feeling of it pushed her over the edge and she no longer wanted to wait. As much as she had enjoyed everything Lance had done so far she wanted more. She ached to go all the way. He clearly felt the same way as he suddenly tore at his shirt to remove it and fumbled with his pants to undo them and take them off. He quickly undressed and stood in front of her, completely naked and shining with his pearlescent skin.
When she looked over his naked body she finally realized just how big he was and her eyes shot wide open. She looked up to meet his gaze and he looked back at her somewhat apologetically. “That’s something I forgot to mention,” he told her. He was not monstrously big but she was sure she had never been with a man as well endowed as Lance. She gulped and felt herself feel both anxious and excited at the same time. She reached out tentatively and wrapped her hand around the shaft of his hard cock as best she could but he was too thick for her to touch her fingers together. She moved her hand up and down his shaft slowly, causing him to groan quietly.
Quite suddenly, he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He pushed her legs open and climbed over her, leaning down and pressing his lips to the lobe of her ear. “You’re so hot, I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.” He let out an icy breath and flicked the lobe of her ear with his tongue before pulling back and looking straight into her eyes. They may have looked different than the eyes she first saw and he may not have been human, but the deep look of pure lust was unmistakable. She stretched her neck upward and kissed him, running one of her hands up along the side of his body. She felt the head of his cock rubbing along her wet slit as he continued to kiss her deeply and feverishly. She moved her legs slightly back and forth, feeling her skin rub against his and fighting to keep from thrusting her hips upward to feel him against her with more pressure.
He ran his hand very slowly over along the side of her body, taking his time to savor the feel of her every curve. She knew he loved her voluptuous body and that was the main reason he had laid eyes on her to begin with. Though they did enjoy each other’s company, she could tell he was extremely turned on by her and had been waiting for this moment. He pulled back from the kiss and looked into her eyes again. She noticed most of the green had disappeared, as his pupils had not dilated so much his eyes were almost completely black. But it was a pitch black that shined, almost as if he had been wearing some kind of lens. “Ready,” he said breathlessly in with a very short inflection upward at the end suggesting he had meant to ask her if she was ready. She nodded and immediately her head fell back as a loud cry escaped her mouth upon feeling him thrust his entire, thick length into her in one quick movement.
He slipped out of her entirely before taking hold of his shaft and rubbing the head of his cock up and down along her dripping wet slit. She whimpered and moved her hips upward, asking him to penetrate her again through her body language. He grabbed onto her wide hips with both hands and slid his entire length into her again but slowly this time. She let out a long, low moan with her head thrown back. “Fuck, that feels good,” she told him in a seductively breathy voice. He moved his hips back and forth, continuing to thrust with the long and slow motions. He began hooking his hips upward near the end of his thrust when he was deepest inside her, eventually hitting a sensitive spot and causing her to moan loudly.
This urged him to pick up the pace of his thrusts at that angle setting off a chain of loud moans from her as she balled the sheets up under her fists and held on to them so hard her knuckles turned white. He dragged his hand downward and pressed his thumb firmly against her swollen clit causing her to moan even louder than she already was. “It’s a good thing nobody can hear you up here,” he said playfully between thrusts. She tried to laugh but it was lost between her heavy breathing and her moans as he continued to speed up his thrusting. She began to gyrate her hips in an upward motion with his rhythm, causing both of them to let out a choked groan dripping with pleasure. Lance started to massage her clit between his thumb and index finger as he thrust into her faster and harder, coming close to the edge but wanting to make sure she reached orgasm as well. As soon as she did, her body went rigid and her eyes shut tight as her face scrunched up with intense pleasure. He felt her pelvic muscles contracting tightly around his pulsing cock and right at that moment he felt his cum shoot out. He jerked his hips violently until he finished, immediately pulling out of her and rolling onto his back.
They were both sweaty and panting, still feeling every single tantalizing sensation coursing through their bodies as they came down. It took some time for them to steady their breathing and their heartbeats to slow to a normal pace. When they finally recovered, Lance offered her the shower first. “There is a shower here?” She looked around trying to locate it or a bathroom but looked back at him blankly when she failed to do so.
“I have everything here,” he clarified. “Think of it as a home for me,” he said as he stood up and stretched his hand out for her to take. She pulled herself up from the bed using him for balance and he wrapped his hand around hers to lead her to one of the doors. He opened it and she saw a short hallway with three more doors. He pressed his palm to a rectangle next one and it slid open to reveal a rather large bathroom. “You’ll find everything you need in there,” he told her.
She placed her hand on his shoulder and pulled him in close to her. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “If I need you will I be able to find you in there as well?” He pulled back and looked at her with a smug face. “Of course,” he said seriously. He turned and walked back into the cabin that she now concluded was just the bedroom. As she showered she wondered just how big this aircraft was and what the rest of it looked like. She would have never imagined it to be like this but, then again, she would have never imagined Lance would turn out to be an alien. As she shut off the water and began to dry her hair with a towel before wrapping it up, she questioned why she was taking this all so lightly. She almost seemed unaffected by the fact Lance was not human.
She secured a towel around her body before stepping back out into the hallway and heading back to the bedroom. When she walked in, she found Lance sitting on the couch now in shorts while reading a book. He looked up and smiled, taking the time to rake his eyes over her body. He seemed to like how she looked even just wrapped in a towel. “I’m curious about this place,” she openly admitted as she dropped herself next to him on the couch. He looked at her and tilted his head so she continued, “I want to see more of it. Would you be okay with that?”
He took a deep breath and looked past her as he thought about it. “Yes,” he finally said. He stood up and she followed. He took her by the hand and led her back out to the same short hallway, this time opening the door next to the bathroom to reveal a small den. There was even a television in there but it was all very simply furnished. He then walked to the door across and opened it to reveal a full kitchen. “Do you need food just like us?” She blurted out the question without thinking and quickly hoped she was not pushing too far into his personal life without invitation or asking insensitive questions. “Yes,” he replied casually, “Though not as often. And we naturally have much faster and effective metabolisms.”
“Lucky you,” she joked as she ran her hands across the cool steel of the humming refrigerator. She found it amusing how the refrigerator seemed to be noisier than the entire aircraft. When they returned to the bedroom she glanced over at another door he had not opened. He noticed and quickly said, “That’s a control room type of thing. I would prefer if we just keep that out of the tour.” She nodded in understanding and sunk back onto the bed, wondering why he preferred to keep that specific room private. She would not push the issue but a few questions had formed in her mind about it.
She felt the bed space beside her sink with the weight of a body as Lance climbed into bed. He sat and turned to face her, looking at her with an expression she could not quite place. She pushed herself up slightly to rest on her shoulders and looked at him. They sat in silence for a couple minutes before she decided to ask another question. “Have you done this a lot?”
“Done what?”
“Abducted women to have sex with them,” she said quietly.
He looked at her almost incredulously and shook his head. “I didn’t quite abduct you,” he defended himself. She sat up and gave him a peck on the lips. His eyes had returned to their normal, piercing green and his skin was no longer pearlescent. “Can you change your appearance at will?”
“Yes,” he replied, “But now that I’ve spent more time in human form it comes a lot more naturally than it did at first. I don’t need to concentrate on it nearly as much as I did when I first came here.”
She lay down on her side and ran her fingers over the bed sheets in circles. She wanted to ask more questions because, really, how often did a human get to knowingly interact with an alien this way? But she did not want to be insensitive or make him feel like she thought of him as some kind of freak specimen at a lab. She wanted to learn more about him because she was genuinely interested. It was just liked dating except she care to know more about him than his job or what his hobbies were. Though she did hope to eventually find that out too. She wanted to continue living in the moment and enjoying Lance’s company. It did not matter to her at all that he was an alien and she could not see a reason why it should. He was obviously not a threat to her or anyone else. That was the moment she realized she truly did still want to date him and see where this took her.
“Just because someone is human doesn’t mean they’re any safer to be around,” she reasoned with him about a week later over dinner at her place. They had enjoyed one date since their night on his aircraft and she had been very excited for this second date after that. They had not had sex again and she did not think they would tonight either. The truth was both of them were truly enjoying getting to know one another and she was thrilled to learn he did not mind her asking him endless questions. If anything, he took the same stance on the matter as she did and welcomed all her questions so long as they continued to come from the same place of interest. “I supposed that’s true,” he responded before taking a drink of water.
“It’s completely true,” she retaliated. “Just take a look at all the terrible things people are willing to do to each other for the most ridiculous reasons. Some people don’t even have a reason. So a person being afraid of aliens is just afraid of the unknown.” They continued this conversation until, somehow, she ended up on his lap and they were kissing with a mad passion. There had never been an intention to sleep together again so quickly but they could not seem to contain their urges. The conversation had roused something in them that caused them to want to kiss deeply while pawing at each other.
Just minutes later their clothes ended up on the floor and she was straddling him as their heavy and hot breath mixed in the air. His skin was pearlescent again and his eyes covered with what looked like a shiny, black lens. She rubbed her wet slit over his cock a few time before having him position it at her opening so she could push her body downward, allowing his cock to penetrate her fully. He grasped her waist tightly while his other hand fondled her large breasts that bounced with the motion of her body. She moaned louder and louder until she could feel her body approaching climax. He leaned forward and flicked her nipples with his tongue before alternating between sucking on them and blowing icy breath over them when they were still wet with his warm saliva. She shivered and felt bumps erupt all over her body as a quiver ran down her spine, her hips moving faster and faster until she was digging her nails into his shoulder. Her movements were uncontrollable as the orgasm took hold of her entire body and she got lost in the ecstasy of it, unaware of just how loud her moaning really was. He held onto her wide hips with both hands and thrust upward at a faster pace than her own movement and she soon felt his hot cum shoot into her and drip out, running down her thighs as his grunts reached her ears.
She collapsed forward onto him, arms draped over his shoulders and head resting on his shoulder. They stayed in that position for a few minutes, with him still inside her, until they regained some of their strength. She pushed her body up and off him, stretching and giving him a great view of her voluptuous, nude body. He licked his lips at the sight and she saw his eyes light up. It was yet another completely spontaneous thing that had happened with Lance and she had greatly enjoyed every minute of it. “I’m going to shower,” she told him before walking into the bathroom. She made it quick to give him a chance to shower as well, which he did as soon as she was out. She briefly toyed with the idea of joining him but decided against it. She wanted to save something for another date. When he stepped out, she asked if he would like to spend the night and he readily agreed.
He climbed onto her bed and leaned his back against the headboard so she could rest her head on his lap. They turned on the television and picked a movie but ended up ignoring it completely in favor of talking to each other. He was wearing only his boxers and she ran her fingers over the smooth skin of his torso. “Would you prefer to just be yourself now?” He looked down at her and she could tell he was not entirely sure what she meant. “I mean, you don’t have keep yourself in human form all the time around me when we are alone.” He hummed in understanding and immediately his skin turned back to its pearlescent quality and his eyes back to the luminous green with a black slit for a pupil. She was not sure if she was imagining it or not but she could have sworn she even felt his body relax.
“It’s not very difficult anymore,” he explained, “but it is nice to just be able to be like this.” She nodded as she ran the tips of her fingers over his skin, enjoying the texture of his skin in this form felt. “You like it, don’t you?”
She looked up at him and smiled. “I do,” she admitted. She stared directly into his eyes and questioned whether or not she was strange or crazy for liking him so much in this form. Or was it just another form of acceptance? Was it just like finding someone much more attractive the more you got to know them? These were questions she knew she might never have the answers to but that knowledge did not exactly bother her. Every time she was with Lance, she learned something new either about him or about herself. And that was the main beauty of this relationship. Because it had indeed become a relationship rather than just casual dating despite the very short amount of time they had known each other.
There was a very strong connection between the two of them and it was undeniable. And over the course of the next couple months that connection would not fade. It actually grew stronger as time passed by. Eventually they made it official and were in an exclusive relationship, not that either of them had so much as looked at another person since the first night they spent together. Chelle absolutely loved to have sex with Lance, especially on his aircraft while it was traveling across the skies. They never bothered to take any trips because what they really wanted was to stay holed up in the cabin with each other the entire time. She did get a thrill from looking out the window and seeing everything they passed over, taking in as much of the view as she could during the nighttime. Because he only ever took her out on it at night but she understood. And she never pushed the issue of entering the control room, something he had still not offered to do.
As time went on, she had fewer questions about that and the two of them found other conversations to fill their time. Eventually, he spent some evening with her closest friends and they all loved him. She smirked knowingly as they left after one game night and when he asked her why, she practically ravaged him right in the kitchen of her place. Their sex life only got more and more exciting as time went on. She never tired of what he could do that a human could not. He was constantly hot for her and she reveled in it. In her eyes, he would always be the horny alien who abducted her. She even made it a joke and teased him with it from time to time, causing him to pin her down and tease her mercilessly until she was at the breaking point. Only then would he paused and ask, “Who is the one aching for it now?” before finally satisfying her.
On one particularly exciting night that they were flying over new terrain and she was looking out the window, thoroughly enjoying the sights. He came up behind her and ran his hands all over her body, his breath alternating between hot and cold on her neck. It was not long before he was fucking her up against the window, her vision slipping in and out as the lights zoomed out of sight below them. She had three intense orgasms nearly in a row that night and he had to carry her to the bed, her body weak from the intense pleasure. He ran a cool washcloth over her hot skin, serving to clean her up and cool her down at the same time. She ran her hands through his hair and wondered if people would ever accept him as an alien as readily as she had. She saw no reason for people to assume the worst from him for that simple reason. What she understood even less was the possibility of people who already knew him changing their opinions on him if they were to find out the truth. Nobody knew about his real identity and she did not see why they would ever need to know but she only hoped for the best if they were to ever find out.
THE END