Enchanted Alien

This is a story I made by getting inspired by some actual UFO theories I've seen from those who claimed contact by aliens. Not sure if these stories are true or not -— I guess you could never tell, the only way to know is to see for yourself. Though I did have a lot of fun reading all the mystery around them and the similarities between people's beliefs. Of course the sexy twist to all this is made up, but the worldbuilding is inspired by UFO enthusiasts. Enjoy my first erotica story. I did manage to write other fictional stories as a hobby before, and I hope that shows here, haha. Hopefully this fascinates you and turns you on as much as I am. If not, anyone is entitled to their own type of kinks.

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Richard was a man who was mistaken as an athlete, but was actually an engineer. When asked about his unexpected job choice he simply answered, "Physical exercise is not contradictory to mental exercise, Stronger physical energy after all, allows for more energy sent to the brain." Back in engineering college the other guys would just pump their fist in his shoulder and said, "Bro, get yourself a girl! No need to study so hard! You're in the top 10 already! Someone who can get all sexy and talk Star Trek with you!" He would roll his eyes and mutter silently to himself how the mad scientist type engineering students were always like this.

He was biracial, with tan skin and mildly curly black hair. He was not hugely buff, but he was far from skinny either. He had strong arching eyebrows giving him a sarcastic look, yet gentle brown eyes. He hypothesized that maybe the sexual tension would die down after he graduated from college, but it didn't. In the office he managed to get a job in right after college, he was still getting eyes from some of the female clients to build a website for them, and ocasionally - no disrespect, some of the men.

He remembered one particular moment driving to work, of an owl flying by at night encircling him. He had to work late there, for a job he was almost due, so there was no one else there. Strange for an owl to move around him like that -— absolutely and particularly strange. After a few repeats of this, the owl would peacefully soar into the skies.

Some days he had to come for meetings, but most days he could work at home alone no problem. It's part of why he chose this job for all the peace and quiet, but Richard just felt a kind of aching inside him as he typed on the computer. A throbbing in his pants as the minutes went by. He'd imagine a woman from his dreams -— silver haired, but still youthful, almost angelic walking to him bare naked in a dark forest. Her silver hair fell at her back of pale skin, and she'd word. . . word something.

He kept resisting the urge to masturbate while working away on his computer, but he couldn't get his thoughts away from this mysterious lady. Her breasts were soft and supple -— somewhere along a size C or size D. They jiggled a bit as she walked, yet all she had was a serene look on her face. For a moment in his dream, she disappeared. Each time this dream repeated itself, he would look left to right in the dark forest. You can smell the ashy scent of fire as the wood was slowly used up to see around. The air was a little cold, and it seemed like just before it was raining.

Though he felt a sudden touch of his skin pressing against his back, and he knew it was her. He felt frozen in place somehow, his spine tingling from the gentle kisses towards his neck. He'd unbutton his shirt for a bit, and she'd start biting his neck at times. He'd see images, feeling like she could communicate to him telepathically. Crop circles under a night sky in different seasons. Spring, summer, fall, and winter. The spirals would go round and round, and somehow he knew it had something to do to prepare the landing shape of the ship.

She disappeared again from his back, and suddenly he moaned as he could feel her sucking his cock slowly at first, giving it a tease. He didn't feel afraid somehow. Just calm, gentle. "Sigh, suck harder!" but she only sped up her touch on his cock harder. He felt like an animal having sex in the woods like that, but it felt natural somehow, even holy. Somehow they caught each other's eyes -— her eyes were a golden color -— and he felt like he was told telepathically to hold his cum in for 15 seconds. And he'd do that, as she began to rapidly suck his cock all the way back to her throat.

15, 14, 13 . . . Can he do it?

12, 11, 10 . . . This is ridiculous.

9, 8, 7, 6 . . . . Somehow he's doing it.

5, 4, 3 . . . Oh yes. He could feel her tongue licking through his member.

2, 1. . . . "I'm coming!" he said.

And she'd drink it all there.

He'd wake up from the pleasure.

At the thought Richard would masturbate, cum from all the pressure, and repeat. He'd wash his hands before typing again, but it would all come back to him. As the days drifted by, it was getting harder to resist somehow. He was always the good responsible kind of guy. He said he doesn't go into the dating scene because he figured he'd focus on finding financial stability before sex, but. . . he had other reasons. When it was all released physically, it felt like. . . something in him was released emotionally. It was a taste of freedom he denied himself. He'd take a few more breaks after that, giving him more room to do as he likes. His longing for her felt. . . oddly raw.

One day when he woke up from the same dream, he wasn't in his room any longer. Richard was in what looked like a white lab. It was starkly clean, and he was sitting up in a soft white bed. There was a row of pillowed seats around him in the round room, with no visible exit. There was a pleasant scent in the room -— like flowers. He realized. . . he was completely naked, but somehow he knew he wasn't in danger. He felt safe, but a bit shy of his bare member throbbing in the room. Was this another dream? It feels so real.

He felt a shock as the woman he saw in his dreams suddenly appeared in front of him with a neutral look on her face. Though something else about her appearance was different. "You're pregnant?" he said. (Yes I am.) The words came to him in his mind. Her belly was big, looking like 6 months in the process. Her breasts seem even bigger than before, and looking at this -— he remembered how his buddies talked about aliens contacting human DNA through semen. "Am I - am I the f-father?" he stuttered. (Yes.)

She waddled gently to him carrying her stomach in her hands, sighing. "Judging from all the scientific gadgetry in the room and the telepathy, are you an alien? Then why do you look so human?" Richard asked. (Many planets across the universe have species with physical features very similar to human beings. That is not the only appearance of aliens though, there are other appearances, though a "humanoid" appearance as you call it is one of the major subtypes of sentient lifeforms throughout different galaxies.)

He'd get images of different names of species in his head -— like audio and images downloaded in his head. Sirians, who looked human with silver hair like her. Pleiadians looked human too, but with skin colors not seen on Earth -— like light blue or light green. Then there were less human looking species, like the Feline who have humanoid bodies with cat heads, and fur. There were the Avians, who were birdmen with wings.

She went to lie down on the bed next to him, rubbing her belly. "Am I going home?" he asked calmly, wondering why he felt so safe. Was he being hypnotized? He felt a little worried, but whatever they had done to his mind didn't allow him to feel more afraid than he was. (Yes, you are. Just do me one favor, and I will send you my way.)

He knew instinctively what it was but it seemed strange to him, her already so pregnant. She opened her legs waiting for him with that gentle smile again, and he sat in front of her on the bed. How far along is she? (3 to almost 4 months.) "You heard me?! But you look 6 to 7 months along to me." (I have twins.) They started kissing fiercely, not being able to resist. That gentle look turned into a mischevious smirk. Stopping between hurried breaths Richard asked, "But when did I do this to you?!" (We did it after I teleported you to that forest. We removed it from your memories because back then you wouldn't be able to emotionally accept that you, in English Earth terms, 'knocked me up'". We didn't want to scare you.)

He'd dig into these kisses again, being careful not to put too much weight on her belly. He'd then sit up to start pounding his cock over and over. She moaned, and moaned at the feeling. He pushed all his suppressed frustration out of his overly disciplined life into grinding in her vagina. His cock felt massaged by its wet insides, hugging it tight. Breathing heavily, "Is that too much?" Richard said, not wanting to exhaust the pregnant woman. (No, not at all.) And he felt he was telling the truth, so while exhausted, he worked out a fire inside him from the stamina of all that exercise, and pounded in her over and over. He'd feel he was at his limit, but the wet soft insides of her seemed to have energy beyond a normal person. Somewhere inside him unlocked the denial that he was still having sex with a human being, but she really wasn't. He managed to cum there and then, and fell back down on the bed. . . breathing heavily.

"If you could teleport, why travel on a UFO?" Richard asked. (We need to protect ourselves from the pollution of the Earth as our bodies are not adapted to the damage humanity is placing here. When I was not with children in my body, I could safely come to you for a short time, but. . . ) She rubbed with concern at her belly. (You see I couldn't endanger them, so I brought you here.) Richard touched her belly and found his hand sliding up to her breasts. He cupped a breast, and started sucking in a nipple, touching the firm but soft surface. Then after he'd do another on the next breast. (Thank you.)

"Will I see my kids one day?" Richard asked. (We are not allowed to share the results of hybrid children with human beings, so they will not live with you. Though from time to time, we will visit, and if we judge you are psychologically ready to remember, you will remember.) "I see," he said, speechless at this.

"I never got your name," he said. (We do not have names, that is, verbal ones. We can communicate by sending visual images to another's mind, so our "name" in comparison to a human name will simply be our appearances.) He paused a bit, rubbing his tired dick slowly and with a deep pressure, "Then I'll remember your face." Looking at her eyes, her face was the last thing he saw before he drifted to sleep.

When he woke up in his room the next morning, it was the weekend. He got right up, and stretched his arms up. He questioned if it was a dream, but at his side were short cut pieces of silver hair, and he thought he'd keep them in a small bottle he had to store in his room. He was finally ready to remember a memory.

At his research, UFO enthusiasts called it a "screen memory." A memory that often replaced another memory by the strange actions of what is usually an animal. It wasn't an owl encircling him. It was the woman approaching him again rubbing her pregnant belly. Feeling frozen in place by awe, she placed his hand on her belly and said, "It's a girl and a boy."