Alien Desires Part 1: An Alien Abduction Erotic Fantasy

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body as you enjoy tonight's show. Tatty's sleep was shattered by the loud banging on the door her bedroom. Still cloaked in darkness, she could only assume that this was a life or death emergency. If it wasn't, it was about to become one. Dressed in only a loose shirt, Tatty stumbled through her apartment, knocking into walls as she went. Despite the fact she had lived in this apartment for fifteen years, she had never felt more lost in it

than she did now. Shaking her head from the remaining tiredness, she managed to find her apartment door. Squinting through the security people, she could only make out vague shadows on the hall outside. Consoling herself that if someone was outside her apartment, they must have got past security, and just looking at the security by the main door, Tatty knew that would make one hell of a lot of noise, so reaching up, she twisted the deadlock and let the

door swing open. To say the next few seconds were a blur was most definitely an understatement. The only thing that was definite was there was a large furred hand around her neck, squeezing it so tightly that she blacked out there And then it must have been ages until she came round, because she certainly was not in her apartment. Trees surrounded her, and she could only guess that she was in the middle of a forest. It seemed to

be somewhere nearing dawn. It certainly seemed like that time when she had returned from parties in the past, just before daybreak. Of course, coming home from the parties, she had been wearing slightly more clothes than she was right now. Mostly she had warm panties and usually a bra of some description, and she could honestly not recollect a forest of undergrowth being involved at any time. Tatty had to admit it had been a long time since she had

been in a forest. But from what she could recall, the forest didn't smell this musky. She pondered for a moment, trying to remember. No, it definitely wasn't this muskie. There was something wrong with this forest, something she couldn't put her finger on. Of course, it didn't help because the veil of night still encompassed her thoughts and the forest,

and so she couldn't see anything. The screams that suddenly started in the distance were certainly not commonplace in the forest she had been in, well, not unless you were involved with a very strange acting group. It barely sounded human. Well, it didn't sound human. Tatty just wanted it to be human so bad because it wasn't. Then she had an even bigger problem than being in the forest in just her night shirt. There was something else out here with her,

and it didn't sound happy. The scream happened again, louder, closer. The very sound of it sent a chill up and down her spine. It reminded her of she tried to recall. It did remind her of something. She just couldn't remember what chabbawocke that was it. She'd seen a recital of Jabbowokie when she was much younger. On stage. It had large puppet monsters in it and everything and this scream, it echoed again, closer, Just this was real and here and very very close. Well, she meant to run now.

She really wasn't dressed for running through the forest. There again, she wasn't dressed for hiding either. It was so much easier when all this happened on TV and she knew all the answers. Then Right now, she was so terrified she just stood absolutely still. She didn't run, nor did she hide. So when the large man shaped being came crashing through the undergrowth, he caught her squarely on her chin,

knocking her to the ground. Before she drifted into the now familiar darkness, she heard the word fuck cursed loudly. When she eventually came round again, A pair of shiny silver eyes watched with accusing interest. They tipped from side to side, studying her face. Why didn't you run? Tatty was aware of the words. They seemed to appear in her mind as if they hadn't bothered with all the

normal irritation of actually going through her ears. Yet somehow she felt every vibration of those words echoing through every part of her body. Was I meant to? She ventured, before rationality swamped her mind. Where the hell am I? And who the hell are you? She asked, Her mind are washed with sudden panic. I am Carulu. The rhythm of the words caressed Hati in way she had never thought possible, as if his fingers were massaging the words deep inside her. You were on my planet and we

are being hunted by the Cassadou tribe. They intend to kill us. Despite the severe warning in those words, there was something still incredibly sensual, as she felt them caressing every inch of her almost as if they were vibrating through her. Caralou stood up and looked around. For the first time Tatty could see him properly. He was a lot taller than she had thought. The first rays of the morning sun reflected on his perfectly bald head. His

silver eyes were slightly larger than a human's. His face was beautiful, if unusual and framed by what seemed to be a perfectly trimmed beard. Every now and then, a long forked tongue lipped around his lips in such a salacious way. Although his body was vaguely man shaped if you ignored the tail, of course, he still wasn't quite what she expected from a man. He was completely naked, his muscles ripped under his skin, vibrations moving up and down his body as he stood there basking in the

early morning sun. His tail flicked from side to side as if it had a mind of its own. It was thick and strong, a tail intended for business, not just for show. As he turned, the muscled plane of his stomach glistened in the golden light. The hair on his chest moved in the morning breeze, almost like the wind brushing over the morning tide, forming a wonderfully artistic muriel over his sculptured chest, down, over his muscular stomach.

Tatty whimpered as her eyes drifted lower. An acre erupted between her thighs at the sight of him, so long and wide, and he wasn't even erect. It took her all her will power to terr her eyes away knowing full well if she didn't, the dampness that was starting between her thighs was going to be teasing down her legs at any moment. He sniffed the air, momentarily, looking confused, as if he was trying to place a memory that didn't quite fit. Turning to Tatty, he said, we need

to move. The masaidor will be looking for us. Tatty shook her head. Wait, I don't get this, she said, in disbelief. This is your home. Why are you being chased? Carollo sighed, his shoulders visibly dropping. It's probably more accurate to say it was our planet. The cassador appeared some twelve months ago and started hunting our women. As men, we are strong, but nowhere near as strong as we are when we have our women here. The Cassador knew this and hunted them all down. A sadness haunted his

face as he turned toward the forest. They killed every last one. I thought I smelled one just now, but it must have been my imagination. Why were the women so important, Datty asked, curious. I'm perfectly aware this probably wasn't the time for this conversation. They had an essence a sever and when we tasted it, we became stronger, more aggressive, more territorial. So when they were butchered, we

lost that. Pushing a hand over his bald head, he whispers, we need to find somewhere safe so we can plan our escape. Tatty just nodded. She had no idea where she was or how to get away from here right now. She was just grateful for this man or whatever he was. At least he wasn't trying to kill her, so that had to be a positive right holding his hand for hers, he lifted Tatty to her feet briefly as she took

his hand. The heat emanating from his naked body was so intense she could feel it pressing over every pore. This was definitely not the time to be aroused, but damn if she didn't feel incredibly horny with him so close, so naked, and so ripped. As their hands gripped a little tighter, she was sure she could feel his huge cock twitching against her thigh, as if it was just starting to grow hard. Pulling her onward, he led her

through the undergrowth. The morning dew on the leaves kissed at her naked thighs, taunting her with their icy caresses as they whipped at that most sensitive area. Something about being around this man distracted her so much, filled her mind with carnal thoughts, to the point that she realized she was just following him through the forest with no thought to why and where. So many questions that should have been burning through her mind there should have been

forcing their way to her lips. Yet, for some reason, around him, they just vanished into nothing. The blood curling scream rose again a little way off. Caraleu did not pause or ask. He just started running, dragging Tatty behind him, the caress of the undergrowth becoming nothing but a determined whipping, sending pulses of pleasure moving through her body. Fuck, this was not the time to be turned on yet she was just a woman. How could she possibly not be

turned on right now? Suddenly there was a metallic ringing sound close to her ear, as if someone had hit a long tube with a hammer. Before she had time to think, carroll Loo fell, sliding down a banking next to them, dragging Tatty with him. Once they eventually hit the bottom of the banking, Carrolou struggled back against the undergrowth, dragging tatty back, trying desperately to cover them both with

the dense foliage. It was then that she saw the wound, the blood seeping from above his peck, as if he had been shot. Panicking, she lifted her night shirt and pressed it against the wound, trying to kneel over his strong thighs. With a lot of struggling, she just about

managed to sit across one thigh. Disconcertainly, she could feel his muscles rippling up and down that leg as she tried to tender his wound, Lots of little muscles vibrating up and down his thigh, which was pressed tightly against her pussy. She was beginning to wonder if this was just some erotic dream. She had never felt so turned on in her life, and at such an inappropriate time.

It must be the adrenaline, she can told herself. But damn, if her pussy was not dripping over his thigh, she could feel it throbbing in perfect symphony with the pulsing sensations moving up and down his leg. Without thinking, she pushed her pussy down onto his leg a little harder as she felt those vibrations kissing over a clip she could not help, but moan loudly. Call clutched wildly, the rising pleasure that flooded over her body, masking any inhibition,

any reservation. Her legs clenched tightly around Caraleu's thigh, pulling it up against a pussy as she rocked her pelvis, rubbing her trembling folds against the length of his thigh, feeling his muscles massaging every desire in her body. Caroleu just watched her. His expression confused receiver. He whispered, tatty, let her hand rock to his thigh, rubbing her clit against his muscles with the thumb. Her orgasm burning like a wildfire through a body. She could do nothing but

surrender to this pleasure, to let go. She knew if she did not let it go, then it would plague them both. What they tried to escape, they couldn't afford the distraction. Kralou poured her tight against him, and he raised his thigh, forcing her orgasm to explode through her body. The waves of pleasure flooded up and down, forcing gasp after gasp, moan after moan to escape her lips as her breathing slowed, her body still trembling curly silver eyes

watched her with a curious intensity. Without saying a word, he reached down and placed his fingers around her wrist, pulling her hand back up from between her thighs, his gaze holding hers, he slid her thumb between his smiling lips his fork tongue, his fork tongue acrobatically dancing around her thumb, circling it, sucking it, licking every drop of cume from it, before he smiled and whispered a sever Tatty watched in amazement as the blood on his chest

wound stopped flowing and the wound simply healed over. As he continued to suck her thumb, his already sizeable cock grew between her thighs, pressing against her pussy. His gaze intensified, holding her rigid with his glowing desire, the silver of his eyes transforming slowly moving to pale green, and as he continued to taste her thumb, they glistened with a jade green hue, the depth of their color a veritable

chasm of desire to swallow. Tatty hole without warning, his tail flicked around her, encircling her before lifting her slightly, and then he slid down the banking, replacing her astride his face voraciously he ate at her pussy, his long tongue twisting and somehow pinching at her clip as it made broad strokes up and down the length of a pussy. She could feel the intensity of his breath as he sucked on her folds, willing every drop of juice from

her body. It was as if his breath was grasping at every inch of a pussy, massaging it, rubbing it with animalllistic desire. Fuck, it was like he was dying of thirst and the only thing that would satisfy his need was the taste of her pussy. It felt so intense, but so fucking good. Tatty slid her fingers over his board crown as she rubbed her pussy over his mouth, the bristles of his beard, sending a new wave of

pleasure ricocheting through a body. His fingers clasped tightly on her ass, pulling her in as his tongue pressed deeper, dragging the most intense orgasm she could remember through a body, forcing her to succumb to his passion, his need, his lips forcing her to surrender to her own carnal desires as his tail circled her breast, grasping them firmly, rubbing

her erect nipples without a hint of sensitivity. Taty cried out in unrepentant pleasure, her voice echoing through the trees as every cell in her body erupted in a volcano of pleasure. Panting, she reached down for his hardculk. Fuck. She couldn't even get her fingers around it. How the hell was she going to take him inside her? Suddenly there was a snort from the trees at the top of the banking, as if some overgrown wild hog was

pushing through the undergrowth. Without warning, Caralou moved her to one side as he leaped from beneath her. Somehow, the man that was just moments from death fifteen minutes ago was now leaping up her twenty foot banking as if it didn't exist. There were more sounds from above the banking, more grunts, barking, and then a squial, a long, drawn out squial that sounded above all else painful, before a wrenching sound that created images in Tatty's mind she would

rather forget. A Few seconds later, Caraloo landed, destroyed her. Leaning down, his fingers pushed between her thighs, exploring the still trembling lips of a pussy, before lifting his hand triumphantly into the morning sun. His bright green eyes fixated on Tatty as he announced, receiver, we have work to do, Lots of work.