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  There is another part of me, a deeper, quieter, more logical part, that reminds me that I need to calm down. There is something inside of me telling me to relax, to be still, to be quiet.

  Everything is going to be okay.

  "I do not intend to hurt you," I hear the alien's voice inside my head again. "It is not my intention to steal you from your world."

  "What do you want from me, then?" Is he going to torture me for awhile before releasing me back into the world? Will I return a figment of my own imagination? Will I return broken? Will I be ruined? Is he going to tie me up and keep me as a slave? Will I die here on this ship?

  Or will I be released?

  Will I be let go?

  But will part of me, the part of me that makes me unique, be gone?

  I wonder what Evan will say when I tell him what happened.

  Then I remember that there's no way he'll ever know. My memories will be stripped away or they'll be all jumbled up. Maybe the alien will kill me, after all, and simply drop my remains back in the park. Evan will think I was attacked by muggers. He'll never forgive himself. Everyone will come to my funeral and-

  I need to stop fantasizing about how people will respond to my death.

  I'm not dead yet.

  Maybe the alien won't hurt me. Maybe it's telling the truth. I can't be sure.

  I decide that the simplest way to discover what it wants is to simply ask, so I do.

  "What do you want from me?" I say in my mind. I still try to open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I've never heard such loud silence before. Everything is quiet. I feel like there should be something catchy playing in the background, maybe some Bon Jovi or Aerosmith. Hell, even Britney Spears would be welcome at this point. Seriously. Why is it so quiet?

  "I want to explore you," the alien tells me.

  I picture myself being dissected with a billion little knives held by a billion little helper aliens, but I quickly realize that's not what this alien has in mind.

  Its eyes blink at me several times, as if asking permission.

  And slowly, determinedly, I shake my head no.

  5.

  "I do not intend to hurt you," the alien tells me again.

  This time it has moved closer. I can see more clearly from my vantage point on the floor. The alien is tall. I would guess it's about 7 feet tall. I know that when I stand up - if I stand up - that it will tower over me. It has two very long legs that seem to stretch on forever. At the top of them is the largest appendage I’ve ever seen.

  Maybe Evan’s is just really small, but I gulp as I look at this alien and know what he wants. He doesn’t just want to fuck me. Anyone can do that. No, what this alien wants is more. He wants to Dominate me. He wants to own me. He wants to fucking brand me with his dick and as I’m eyeing it, I’m starting to feel tempted.

  What if I said “yes”?

  I’ve always been a good girl, but suddenly, that’s the last thing I want. Suddenly, I want more. I want it all. I want this creature to take me and own me and play with me. I want him to call me his and show me exactly what fucking should be like.

  "I don't know you," I think to it. "How do I know what you're saying is true? What if you hurt me?" Even as I think the words, I know that I’m more likely to give in to my desires than to resist. Is the ship making me crazy? Or am I just tired of being boring old me? Am I just tired of always making the predictable choices? Am I ready to do something unexpected? Am I ready for an adventure? “I don’t know if I can trust you.”

  Suddenly my mind is filled with images that make my knees quiver and my toes tingle.

  They aren't scary, though.

  They're sexy.

  The alien is somehow transmitting thoughts into my head, but they aren't just random things. No, I’m seeing the alien use his skills on another human who doesn't seem to be much older than me. She's not screaming or crying out in pain, though. No, not this human. She's enjoying what the alien is doing to her.

  I gasp in my head, wondering what it is that I'm looking at.

  She’s on a bed of some kind and he – because I know without a doubt this alien is male – is running his extra-long tongue over her delicate skin. She arches her back as he laps at her nipples, twirling his tongue along her flesh. She cries out his name, but I can’t quite hear it in my head. Is he blocking that out? I don’t have time to wonder because then the scene changes and she’s kneeling in front of him, smiling up at him.

  She takes his length in her mouth. No, she doesn’t take all of it, but she proves that she’s much more woman than me because almost the whole thing goes down. The alien tugs and plays with her hair while she sucks him and fondles his balls until he comes all over her breasts. Like everything about him, he’s just slightly not-human. The cum is a greenish color and horrifies me for a brief second until the vision changes once again and I see the alien massaging it into the human’s skin.

  I see more scenes, more visions, until my body is wet and I’m ready. I’m so ready. Was that really all it took? Some hyper-realistic porn? Is this what I’ve been missing? I’m no virgin, but I already know that I’ve never been this turned on before. This is something entirely different.

  The girl in the visions is incredibly sexy and comfortable in her body. I wonder if the alien captured her the way he captured me. She must be a captive, I reason, but she seems so happy and comfortable. She doesn’t behave the way I picture someone who is being held against their will and I wish I knew more of her story.

  "This was my human," the alien tells me sadly. He watches me. My eyes are closed, but I can tell his eyes are on me. I feel the full weight of his attention. Whether it’s telekinesis or something else, I’m not sure, but I am suddenly very aware of the fact that he misses his human deeply.

  I can't stop seeing the visions of them together. They both look happy in what I'm seeing, yet I sense that the alien is sad now. Why? What happened to her? I see one image of her sucking on a tentacle. One extends from each of the alien’s fingers. She’s sucking on his tentacle the way most girls would give a blowjob. She's on her knees and gazing up at the creature with a smirk on her face that would put most sorority sisters to shame.

  She liked the alien.

  She loved it.

  "What happened to her?" I think to the alien.

  "She wanted to go home," it says. Now the alien sends me images of their time together. I wonder how long they were together before she decided to leave. I get the feeling that they were more than simply companions for a very long time.

  I get the feeling that they loved each other.

  The alien shows me one more image, one more fantasy to help me decide. It's the perfect one because as soon as I see the way his finger-tentacles are pulsing in and out of the girl's body, I know that I want to try that.

  After all, how often does a girl get a chance to fuck an alien?

  "May I explore you?" The alien asks me again.

  I think the thought so softly I’m worried he won’t hear me, but the tiny yes that flashes through my brain is greeted with the nastiest smile I’ve ever seen.

  Maybe I’m not as brave as I thought I was.

  6.

  As soon as I accept the alien's invitation to use me, he picks me up off the floor. His tentacles extend from his fingers and wrap around my body, effectively tying me up. He didn’t need to. I’m so nervous I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.

  I feel like I’m a child being lovingly carried to bed by her mother. Only in my case, I know the last thing I’ll do once I reach my destination is sleep. The alien's body feels warm against mine and I find myself naturally curling up as close as possible.

  He even smells good.

  I wonder, for a second, what I was expecting. I guess I supposed that an alien would smell bad, but this one doesn't. He’s not sterile smelling. He’s a mixture of old oak and good cologne and first dates and whiskey all rolled into one.

  And I close my eyes comfortably as the alien brin
gs me to another part of the ship.

  I can't see where we're going, but it doesn't take very long. After a few moments, we stop and the alien puts me down, but my feet never hit the floor. Instead I'm floating in the center of a perfectly white room. I look around but can't even see the door we entered through. Everything is pristine.

  "Where are we?" I ask the alien, who simply smiles.

  "We are in a good place," he says simply.

  I'm floating in the center of the room, about three feet from the alien. He's not touching me, but it can easily reach any part of my body from this location. I also realize that based on how I'm suspended in the air, I cannot escape.

  It's okay because I don't want to.

  I want to go through with this.

  I want to see what happens.

  At least, that’s what I tell myself. I wonder if he’s like those dragonshifters I read about in novels. Can the alien smell my fear? Can be sense my arousal? If I am nervous, can he tell just by the scent I give off?

  I realize that I don't know the alien's name. Before we fuck, I feel like I should at least have the decency to ask. Right? My mother may not have taught me much, but even she remembered to tell me not to sleep with someone whose name I don’t know.

  "What are you called?" I ask. I'm out of luck, though, because the alien doesn't answer right away. Instead, he focuses on turning me around, slowly. He never takes its eyes off of me. He just watches, carefully observing each part of my body.

  "You humans,” he says, carefully using a tentacle to strip my clothes from my body. “You put so much power in names. Why is your world this way?”

  I don’t answer because I’m naked and he’s just…watching. He’s staring. I’m not embarrassed to be naked. My breasts are firm and perky and my pussy is clean and shaved. I don't have any weird hang ups about my body like some women do. No, I'm just happy to know that I'm going to receive the weirdest, most fantastic pleasure I could have ever hoped for. Judging by the visions the alien shared with me, this is about to be the most extreme, most unusual sexcapade of my life.

  And I think I'm ready.

  He watches me appreciatively and a warm glow covers my body. Whether it’s from the ship or something he’s doing, I’m not sure. He still hasn’t answered my question.

  Finally, he says, “You may call me Ron.”

  “That’s a weird name for an alien,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

  He just chuckles and smiles at me. I immediately relax.

  “Let’s just say, it’s a name from my human’s favorite book.”

  7.

  The first tentacle sweeps softly over my body in one swift, fluid motion. My skin is immediately alert, ready for anything this creature wants to throw at me. I feel goosebumps forming as the tentacle takes its time gently gliding up my arms, across my stomach, and down my legs. I spread my legs anxiously, almost against my will. I can't wait to feel the tentacle slide inside of me, but Ron is going to make me wait.

  "Relax," the alien tells me. I hear his voice inside my head, slowly calming me down. He doesn't want me to get too excited too quickly. He doesn't want me to rush through the experience. Without me even saying a word, Ron knows that's my bad habit. He knows I'm too quick.

  I don't know why I always try to hurry through sex. I've been with enough people that I should be better at it, but I'm always searching for the end. I'm always reaching for the goal. So many times I forget to simply slow down and just be.

  Now I have no choice.

  Now I have no control over the situation or myself.

  The tentacle continues to trace my body until every nerve is awake and firing rapidly as my orgasm approaches. Without warning, my body explodes and I cry out. At least, I try to. Like everything else on the ship, my orgasm is soundless as I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I hear Ron’s satisfaction in my mind and as my body calms down, he continues playing with me slowly.

  He retracts his tentacles and begins massaging my skin softly with his fingers. They’re soft, nothing like Evan’s. I wonder where the thought comes from, but I can’t help it. The alien just chuckles.

  “I don’t do much manual labor,” he explains, and I realize that with Evan’s line of work, he’s always using his hands. I’m guessing there aren’t many laborers on a spaceship. I want to spend time thinking about how the alien spends his days. Does he just pick up random humans to fuck? My mind doesn’t have a chance to wander thoroughly, unfortunately. As soon as my thoughts begin to stray, Ron scrapes my nipples with his fingernail.

  “Ouch!” I think.

  "Breathe," the alien thinks to me, and I focus on taking deep, heavy breaths. When I breath in, he slides a finger into my mouth and extends his tentacle. He swirls it around and it releases something that tastes sweet, almost like ice cream. Is this for real? I’m licking up tentacle juice in the middle of an alien sexcraft, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.

  I can feel myself growing warmer and warmer as the tentacle continues to play in my mouth. I suck on it softly, realizing that it tastes surprisingly like a popsicle on a warm summer day. The alien doesn't plunge in and out of me, but rather allows the tentacle to rest in my mouth, letting me control the depth and speed at which I suck.

  It's the best blowjob I've ever given.

  I'm getting wetter.

  I want Ron inside of me. It’s strange because I don’t know him and I doubt I’ll ever see him again when this experience is over, but I want him. I want what the alien has to offer. I want to see what he can do to me. I want to see how he can make me feel.

  From my position hanging in the air, I can’t see much of him, but I can tell that he’s hard. That much is obvious. He’s been hard this whole time. Maybe I make him hard or perhaps the idea of capturing is someone is exciting, but I’m slowly losing my mind on this ship and I’m going to go completely insane if he doesn’t get inside of me now.

  "Now," I think to the alien. "I'm wet. Now."

  He just stares at me. I know he understood me, so what’s with the coy act? I think it again, harder, and this time I see the smallest hint of a smile.

  So he’s fucking with me.

  He’s getting me all horny and now he wants to tease me. He wants to play with me. And unfortunately, I don’t like it very much.

  I try to wiggle, but it's hard as I hang in the air. There's nowhere to wiggle to, so I simply suck harder at the tentacle in my mouth. The alien closes his eyes for just a second before opening them again and staring at me.

  "You sure take your time," I think to Ron.

  He nods, slightly, still watching me.

  "I want to explore you," he says again, reinforcing his proposition from earlier. "There is no need to rush."

  Part of me feels overwhelmed with the idea that there is nowhere to be, no job to run to, no boyfriend who has to be back home by a certain time. There is no curfew tonight. There is no picking up the kids from the babysitter's. There is nothing.

  Tonight, it's just me and my alien.

  Tonight, it's just me and an exploration of pleasure.

  Tonight, it's finding out how many different ways these tentacles can make me cum.

  8.

  My nipples are hard and sore from being pinched and played with, but I don't care. Ron keeps tracing one finger over my nipples while I continue to suck on one of his tentacles. I try to rub my legs together. I try to get any sort of friction near my clit. Anything will set me off. I’m so close to coming again. I can’t move, though, and it’s starting to make me mad.

  I never was much into bondage, but this is insane. I can see Ron. He’s so close. I should be able to reach out and touch him, to feel his soft skin or to stroke his dark hair, but I can’t. He’s so big and I feel so tiny just hanging here.

  I’m dying for him to touch me.

  “Patience,” he thinks at me, but I just frown. I’ve never been good at patient.

  He finally releases the tentacle from my mouth and
it disappears back inside his finger. As soon as his hand is away from my mouth, I mourn the loss of it from my body. How weird is that? It’s not like Ron was a part of me, yet somehow, I want more. I want everything.

  I’m dying for his touch.

  Suddenly, I feel his hands on my shoulders. Instead of sliding his palms down my skin to cup my breasts, though, he pushes me back softly. I find myself in a reclining position, but I’m still hovering in the air. Ron reaches forward and places his mouth on my breast. He bites me and I immediately climax again. The pleasure overtakes me and I try to move, to writhe, to struggle against the pleasure, but I can’t. All I can do is relax and enjoy everything he has to give me.