Every night, for the past three months...a radiant, eighteen year old girl has beheld the most splendid, graceful, beautiful being in the universe, in her dreams while bathed and surrounded by a supernatural, white light as he has done the most shamefully enthralling things to his gloriously perfect form...
His creamy, alabaster skin would glisten as it enchanted her mind's eye...indeed, his skin was an atmosphere unto itself that would create rain in the form of sweat and then send it pouring down his forehead with it soaking the fine, short strands at the edges of his hairline along with down his temples with the wispy, short hair in front of his elegantly pointed, elfin ears becoming soaked as well.
Further, the rain from his sky of skin would drizzle through his pale, thick brows before it would drip from his long, snow white eyelashes that created shade for his glacial blue irises, so that they wouldn't melt into the oceans of white that was the sclera of his eyes.
Rain would trickle down his flushed, protruding and narrow nose bridge and over the refined tip of his nose and small nostrils and would fall down his flushed, shimmering cheeks and dew drops would settle above his full, enticing lips and more rain would pour down his sturdy neck...broad shoulders...expansive chest that appeared as if two boulders existed under the skin there...bulging arms and rolling abs...
His powerful thighs would be spread and one of his exquisitely sculpted, long fingered hands would be roaming his impressive body...massaging and caressing his thighs...strikingly combing his very long, white, silky hair back...playing with his hard, deep pink nipples.
Some of his fingers would also slide in and out of his mouth as he suckled them and his other hand would be stroking his massive, veiny, sex organ slicked down with a mixture of lubricant and pre-cum which caused it to glisten in the white light.
He would desperately groan, hiss, whimper, release drawn out grunts along with creating other mind-blowing sounds of pleasure with his lulling, baritone voice.
But the most thrilling part would always be his ethereal, chiseled face that would contort in the most profound, sexually distressed, savage and sleazy ways as his tongue created a naughty display between and against his lips and his eyes predaciously taunted her as they intermittently gazed at her from different frames of reference such as from his side or with only his face in view as he gazed forward at her...
The energy would continue to become more tempestuous and relentless with her getting lots of orgasmic close-ups of all of her favorite parts of him such as his succulent, rosy and erotically puckering lips...his hardened nipples along with his enormous cock.
Then once his glan became so swollen and red that it was no longer bearable...his voice would euphorically whimper or create a feral, elongated grunt or howl or choke, strain and squeak or manifest in other enraptured ways with the stunning expressions his face created as his tip bursted before it would squirt load after load of his exotic milk, all over his naked, convulsing, tensed being with the feverish stroking of his girth while he was soaring to the stars and back to where the girl has sensed he's come from.
But perhaps the sound she relished the most that would escape his yummy mouth while he was climaxing was the howl or whimper of her name.
God, it was so fantastic...
She often, also swore that this being who had started mysteriously appearing in her dreams and who she'd never seen or met before it had started happening and whom she had not conceived of with her imagination, at all...was stalking her in real life.
She'd feel a hand on her shoulder at different times when no one was around, outside or when she was alone in her parent's house and at times, she would whirl around...only to nearly faint with the dangerous leaping of her heart in her chest as she got a glimpse of what appeared to be him...the most transcendently mesmerizing, dignified and regal appearing being...dressed in a futuristic, leathery looking, black and menacing unitard suit with long sleeves accompanied by black boots made with the same material as his unitard attire.
His pitch black uniform, arrestingly contrasted with his locks that were the same shade as the moon and cascaded all the way down to the backs of his knees while also strikingly blowing to one side of his body as his hair fluttered, waved, flickered and floated in the wind.
He would always simply stare at her with a curious, seductive or playful look in his eyes and from a few feet away, he appeared to be at least six feet tall to her much smaller stature of five-five feet.
Then after being able to take him in for a few seconds, he would start to vanish, until he was completely gone and she would find her heart, hopelessly sinking in her chest.
He had also, telepathically revealed his name to her, at some point, after she'd wondered about what it was in her mind while he was lurking behind her, one time before she rotated around, only to catch him enchantingly smiling at her with his lips closed.
It is also times like these where she'd ask him why he remained so distant from her and that she wouldn't mind having closer interactions with him but he would never answer her.
Another thing she'd often notice, is the smell of a foreign scent in her room that was like the aroma of musk and sweet smelling flowers mixed together.
It was always very intoxicating to her along with sexually arousing and she was almost sure that it was him and suspected that he was visiting her at night, as well and maybe even doing some
naughty
things in her room as he invaded her dreams while she was asleep...she found this realization slightly unnerving but very exciting at the same time...
She would also continuously wonder how and why this being found her...
She often suspected that it was related to that time when her and her Wicca practicing, best friend, performed a ritual to summon 'a being from another world.'
They found it while flipping through the new, magic spell book, her friend had purchased from a witch craft store and the page where it was on, had the goofiest drawing of one of those big headed...small bodied...large, black eyed, aliens, waving and cheesily smiling while wearing a baseball cap.
Also, they didn't really think it would work since they didn't really believe in extraterrestrials and once the ritual was finished and nothing or no one, had appeared, they became even more skeptical and got a great, howling laugh out of the whole thing, too.
But then the faithful night came, about a month afterwards, when this being who has haunted her dreams and daylight ours, arrived and she hasn't confessed this to her friend, simply because of the very intimate situations that have come along with his arrival such as the sensuous, nightly shows he has put on for her, in her dreams...
She also could never bring herself to confess the very scandalous things that watching this being, has enticed her to do to herself...
How she would so often find herself with her hand between her thighs as her fingers did very graphic, moan and whimper...whine and sigh provoking things to her swollen labia, clit and passage as she fantasized about him.
He was just so celestial in his beauty that despite her shame, insecurity and discomfort for many reasons (including the fact that she couldn't understand how a being of his supreme caliber could be moved by someone like her, despite the fact that many males have considered her attractive along with the fact that she was human and he was an extraterrestrial), she just couldn't help it...and she didn't care if he was a good or bad being or how he accomplished it...
She just wanted so badly for him to scorch the warm, golden and medium brown earth of her skin with the blisteringly hot lasers of his roaming motherships, in the form of his hands and mouth.
She longed for him to dominate and subdue the huge, plump worlds on her chest with his suckling cavity...needed him to leave her insides barren and lifeless...after having freed all of the water from her aquifers with his pounding probe and tentacle like appendage as it thrusted, slipped and glided in and out of her, until she was squirting her geyser of fluid, all over him.
She yearned for him to electrify and liquify her essence with his laser gun in the form of his alien cock...invade her...ravish her...greedily plunder and lay waste to the vast brown, pink and moist lands between the quaking earth of her thighs.
She also desired many other hot and steamy things, including the chance to taste and feel his giant probe, gliding between her severely stretched lips as he groaned and expressed his satisfaction in other sumptuous ways for her while she gluttonously sucked and stroked his veiny thickness as he dominantly held the back of her head with his large hand over her long, black dreads while making the most divine, primal expressions for her...
'Angelll...' she hears his voice alluringly whispering her name in her head as yet another night has arrived with him wooing her through sweltering, vulnerable displays of his lust for her, within her slumbering hours.
Then soon after...her eyes pop open before she realizes that she's in her bed and in her room as her brown irises swing side to side.
Not long after this, as her brows crease, she notices that a strange, white light is illuminating her room from behind her which causes her to apprehensively roll around towards it.
She lightly gasps and swiftly sits up as she beholds what looks like no one other than the gloriously handsome male from her dreams...standing not too far away while gazing at her with a blissful, closed smile on his face and his body illuminated by an otherworldly, white light with him also adorned in a white, long sleeved, unitard, instead of his usual black one, which is made of a much flimsier, almost translucent, silky and stretchy material and that also hugs his imposing form, in all the right places.
She stares at him with an awestruck look on her face for a moment.
"Suh-Sirius...?!" she finally squeaks his name under her breath.
He places his index finger against his plush mouth.
"Shhhh," he sounds as his lips erotically pucker while his gaze also becomes more bewitching, dark and mischievous as he does so.
Angel senses shivers rushing through her while the flame between her thighs grows brighter as the menacingly alluring energy in his eyes, penetrates her.
Soon after that, 'Sirius' starts painstakingly lowering his hand away from his face while causing his index finger to sensuously slide down against his lips and broad chin.
As Angel's eyes follow his hand in a hypnotized way while her heart starts to race in anticipation and her plump lips, sensuously part with her breath ending up caught in her lungs...his hand becomes outstretched as he starts tantalizingly dragging it down his chest and down his mountainous abs before it reaches the humongous, leaning erection that is painfully straining against the fabric of his crouch.
