The night air was warm on Celeste as she lay atop her sleeping bag and stared into the star-filled sky. Space, the source of inspirational fuel to so many, appeared only bleak before her green eyes. The seemingly endless mystery of twinkling stars fueled only maddeningly irritating questions in her mind. Would we ever know if we were alone in the universe? Or was it that the human species was so quarantined by its own stupidity that the other life forms blocked their sound waves from it? Probably, she grimly supplied her own answer.
Celeste was alone, at least in the forest, camping beside the glow of a campfire and under the light of a full moon and a cloudless night. The lone predator she fancied to herself. Twenty-two years of age, she had no close friends, no emergency contact numbers. Her parents had died several years prior, and she steadfastly refused all romantic invites. She just wanted to be left alone, alone with her thoughts, alone in her private world, alone in her basic resentment toward her fellow man.
The small campfire crackled and popped, the only sound in the still forest. Even the insects and wild animals appeared to be respecting Celeste's wish for solitude. Peace, she felt at peace, at peace with the world, even at peace with space and life's unanswerable questions.
Then, Celeste heard a cracking noise coming from the forest. She turned toward the sound, mildly interested. A wild animal no doubt. The campfire would scare it off. But, then, the cracking grew louder, coming toward her. Celeste could make out something now, something with glowing yellow eyes, and her heart quickened..
Slowly getting to her feet, Celeste's limbs were heavy with fear. Shakily, she called out, "W-Who's there?" She hated the fear in her voice, knew it was the time to gather her confidence, not lose it.
Then, out of the trees, a thing appeared – some kind of an alien creature. Well over seven feet tall, camouflaged in a forest green cloak, it moved slowly, as though on wheels, an odd gait. An advanced species, yet with many human features; two legs, two hands, and one head. Its head was shaped like a light bulb; the vein-filled top was oversized to undoubtedly house its superior brain. Celeste was surprised that the creature had a mouth, a stern looking black slit without lips; she had always envisioned that aliens would communicate telepathically. It also had a pig-like nose, turned up with two prominent openings, as well as large, pointy ears. Below the sleeves of its cloak were pale thin hands with long, bony fingers. The creature was thin, as though its civilization had conquered obesity.
But, it was the eyes – those yellow, bulbous eyes! The menacing, glaring stare in those evil eyes pierced itself into Celeste. She could feel those eyes reading her thoughts, capturing her ambivalence toward her own species. Yet, the creature concealed its own thoughts and motivations from her. The comprehension that the alien was reading her thought process came to Celeste, along with the awareness that she was not afraid! And she knew that the creature was somehow controlling her emotions as well.
And, she suddenly wanted that creature like she had never wanted anyone or anything before. The desire for the alien's penetration was so intense; it caused physical pain. She wanted to be its, in any capacity that it wanted. She wanted that alien to make her cry, to reject her. She wanted that alien to make her suffer. She wanted that alien to place taboo objects inside her and degrade her before its colony. She wanted that alien to mark her, to brand her like product with a searing iron. She wanted that alien unconditionally. She was burning for that alien, all the heated intensity of the universe gathered behind her swollen pussy lips.
The alien moved closer, and Celeste felt its movement, as surely as it had touched her. It, she suddenly knew that the alien was named Nophest, stood before her, above her with its superior height. Looking up, the acrimonious expression and intimidating eyes shook Celeste, making her ashamed of her lust, but she couldn't overcome her desire for what stood before her.
