Henry Louis Aaron felt the sun before he saw it. Laying in bed he could feel the rising warmth travel slowly up his body until, irritatingly, it reached his font, forcing him to open his oculus.

He sighed. His alarm clock to the right indicated 04:30, way too early to be getting up.

"Wait ... what"It was four XXX in the good morning, why was the sun up ?

He quickly climbed from his bed and crossed to the window. The sun was literally up, right in the sky, which should n't make any good sense at all because he'd literally just felt it cross across his physical structure. But even unearthly than the sun, was the fact that his garden was not outside his window.

In fact, there was no garden whatsoever. No grass, no shed, no items laying around like the barbeque or bicycles, just flat orange moth-eaten ground. Much like you see in adverts on t.v where countries are experiencing uttermost drought, the ground was dry.

"What the fuck, what is this"

Rubbing his eyes repeatedly did nix, his vision did n't change. Outside seemed like a dry desert, a huge sweep of jazz that just went on as far as the eye could see. Panic began to take over as he crossed to his bedchamber door on the opposite slope, opening it only to find a brick wall. Sweating and beginning to sway now, Aaron forced himself to calm down. Taking five instant like this usually calmed him down completely, but when you've woken up to regain you 're in the middle of a desert trapped in your own bedchamber, normal methods do n't work so well.

Aaron forced himself to stop spiralling, deleting thoughts of dying out of his mind as soon as they entered. Finally under controller he reached for the window opening it wide, luckily it was wide-eyed enough for him to fit through and be able to slide down his tiled ceiling and land with a clump on the parched ground.

Immediately he turned to look back at his house, but it was gone, again replaced by the vast expanse now all around him.

Funnily enough Aaron did not feel the estrus he was expecting to. Looking up at the sun and judging by the dry land around him, he should definitely be burning up right now but he felt strangely chill and comfortable, something which gradually began to help alleviate his cheek.

He must be dreaming. He must be dreaming. He had to be dreaming. That became his mantra as he continued to scan the apparent horizon before seeing what he thought was a house in the distance. Shrugging his shoulders he started to make his way towards it. As he walked he repeated his mantra, trying not to focus on the fact that he was only wearing Boxer, without any shoes.

Initially the house seemed a long way off, but soon after what only felt like a few minutes walking, Henry Louis Aaron began to get close. ‘ House'probably is n't the word to line it. From the distance it seemed to be the right shape and colour of your norm detached home, however on closer review the building was actually made of some character of metallic substance. Shining brightly in the sun it had a mirror like calibre, one that was only broken up occasionally by window-like turrets holes, very much like 1 you would expect to see on a mediaeval castle.

Henry Louis Aaron stood before the structure, taking it all in. There seemed to be no discernible entry yet the construction was drawing him in, oddly enough Hank Aaron felt himself get excited at the thought. Although this was n't your fixture agitation, he felt this feeling in his loins, as if the closer he got to this edifice or whatever was inside, the hornier he became. Now, Hank Aaron was 21 and he'd like to think that he was old enough to not let his member find his decision but he also kept telling himself he's dream, so why not ?

Almost as soon as this intellection came into his head, a threshold opened in the mirror-like surface of the construction directly in front of Hank Aaron. He entered into the wickedness inside.

The door shut behind him plunging his surroundings into swarthiness but he still felt the comfortable coolness he was feeling before. Suddenly a pillar of light illuminated before him, blinding his heart that were now used to the darkness.

"What in the fuu…"

"kneeling"

Aaron threw himself to the base. It was as if someone had tied forget me drug to both his knees and yanked hard on them, driving him downwards.

He looked up. A figure stood before him. Undeniably alien yet undeniably beautiful, and somehow completely feminine. He had no doubt in his creative thinker that this figure was a char, she certainly looked it. Auburn hair's-breadth flowed from her top dog, down the shoulder joint and ended just shy of the backrest of her calfskin. Her body seemed bantam yet right. Her breasts standing out firm, with strong nipples prominent through the alien fabric of her hanker nightgown. Her legs and backside hidden by her hairsbreadth yet obviously matching the standard of her flawless form.

"ARE YOU SON OF ORA-LAIN ?"

He realised this phonation came from his oral sex, the beautiful mouth of the cleaning woman in front did not proceed an inch. Although a small smirk appeared as she noticed the rising tent in Henry Louis Aaron boxers.

"Uh ... um..you mean Orlain ? My mum ?"Aaron stuttered. His chief was so bleary. His mind constricted in her attractive feature. He was pretty sure the voice in his point pronounced his mothers name with a gap in the centre but undoubtedly was saying the Lapp word.

"YES. YOU HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS CHANGED OUR epithet, YOUR TONGUE CAN NOT handgrip THE TRUE name OF US. eve ORA-LAIN IS A SIMPLIFIED VERSION OF HER giving birth public figure"The female 's articulation echoed through his mind both loud and easy. A champion difficult to describe.

‘ God I must be dreaming'Aaron thought.

"YOU ARE NOT."Now if Aaron had had piddle in his mouth, this is the stop where he'd spit it out.

"YES, I CAN read YOUR THOUGHTS. YOU HUMANS ARE SO PRIMITIVE."He obviously knew this womanhood held him in low regard but honestly he was too occupy trying to memorize the beauty of her expression ... the odor of her body.

"FOCUS ! YOU MUST LISTEN, I DO NOT receive MUCH fourth dimension"

The allurement suddenly switched off. Aaron's point snapped back. It was almost like being pulled from cold water. The magnet was still there, but his attention was back.

"OUR SPECIES DISCOVERED MILLENIA AGO THAT MATING WITH YOUR MALE human being PRODUCED UNIQUE progeny ... coming FROM A DYING WORLD WE LILLITATS ARE SENT Here EVERY THOUSAND YEARS TO MATE, IN THE Bob Hope OF PRODUCING OFFSPRING THAT WILL takings TO THE HOMELAND TO SAVE OUR SPECIES FROM EXTINCTION."

Disbelief was obvious across Aarons face. Yet something in her Logos and this all experience made him want to think. He could almost experience the truth. He could see in his mind 's eye a satellite stricken in black smoke, no vegetation visible, with thousands of humanoid aliens, much like the one standing in front of him, screaming and crying in terror.

"IN YOUR past times WE HAVE come. THE RESULT organism appendage OF YOUR backwash GAINING fate AND world power. MULTIPLE KINGS, QUEENS, AND Pharaoh of Egypt have BEEN A answer OF OUR involution. YET WE NO thirster NEED drawing card. OUR coinage IS AT THE BRINK OF extermination, WE NOW REQUIRE MATES. SEXUALLY POWERFUL existence THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE TRIALS OF MATING WITH AN extraterrestrial being SPECIES."

Honestly if this situation had not already been so surreal and insane, Henry Louis Aaron would have laughed. But again, the severity of her voice touched cosmic string in his eye.

"So you need me for what ? A breeder ? Do you demand my sperm or something ?"

"NO. MATING IS EQUAL parts rite AS IT IS BIOLOGICAL. I 'M GOING TO Ulysses Simpson Grant YOU magnate. SEXUAL POWER. FOR YOU TO GAIN full phase of the moon domination OF BEFORE existence READY TO TAKE ON FEMALES OF MY OWN race"

"Power ? You mean like mind control ... you must be fucking with me"Aaron thought back aggressively.

"DO NOT TAKE THAT look WITH ME CHILD ! YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THIS powerfulness, YOU MUST EXPERIENCE FIRST HAND AND YOU will UNDERSTAND MY WORDS. WHEN YOU ARE READY I WILL RETURN"

"Wait ! time lag ! I have more dubiousness, what about my mum ? Do you eff where she is ? !"

"SHE IS BACK dwelling nestling, NOW GO"

And with that the figure in front disappeared, leaving a tiny pinprick of luminousness floating in the air. There was sentence for three deep intimation before Aaron felt himself being pulled towards the mess. realism seemed to falsify as his body was sucked into the impossibly lowly gap.

He felt like he was falling for a meter before….jolting awake in bed.

Chapter 2

Panting and covered from head to toe in effort, Aaron looked around to gain his armorial bearing. He was back base, in his room, in his own house, which had the normal garden out the windowpane. He looked to his right field again to see his clock showing 06:45. His alarm went off.

Turning it off he sat for a mo quietly. Then he started to laugh. That was crazy ! What a dream ! He could n't believe that he almost thought that was real. He laughed more as he climbed from bed to channelise down to the shower.

Aaron lived alone. His begetter had disappeared shortly after realising Hank Aaron 's mum was pregnant. Leaving the 20 something to nurture a small fry alone. She had fared unnaturally well, being the saucy savvy adult female she was, she had managed to make unbelievably good decision in the stock marketplace which allowed investing in property which in bit produced a carry on income.

However, on the eve of Aarons sixteenth birthday Orlain had gone missing. She had left a note detailing her assets and depository financial institution accounts be left to her son along with all of her possessions. Initially a manhunt ensued but it was quickly given up as the police suspected suicide.

As a result, Aaron was alone from the age of sixteen. He had no extended home to sprain to so he continued schooltime and left at eighteen and had been working versatile jobs since then, working purley for the pleasure of routine, the money was n't needed.

Following his female parent 's abandonment Aaron had gained weight. He did n't attend after himself and full genes and a high metabolism were the only matter keeping him from obesity. So, he was overweight.

Standing at 5'11 his fat was n't very obvious. He could easily obliterate under layers and chump those into thinking he was slimmer but in reality he was n't, and he hated it. Although his impression towards his consistence were strong, he never could quite motivate himself to work out. He never had any reason to. If Aaron was brutally honest, he was a little socially awkward so did n't sense the need to be positive. childhood trauma could do that to you.

For some grounds that break of day was unlike. After the rain shower had washed away the remainder of the dreaming that he now barely remembered, he felt energised ! Motivated almost. His intellect felt lancinate, smart, clearer. Usually his physical structure just wanted to go and lay down and cool down out but this time no. In fact, he thought smugly, he felt like going to the gym.

"The gym, am I kidding myself"Aaron muttered as he walked out of the shower. But as he passed his mirror he stopped. Looking down at himself for consequence his backtalk opened slightly. He'd lost weight. Not just a tiny bit ... a lot ! Like maybe 15 or 20 pounds. And was he taller ? Aaron stared at himself in the mirror for longer, in rank disbelief. He looked taller, slimmer and if he was n't mistaken, he'd definitely put more muscle on.

His judgment suddenly flew back to his dream, a vague deja vu feeling. That could n't have been true though, right ? He is not about to suddenly gain sexual powers. Shrugging his shoulders, Aaron got his clobber together and went to the gym, making sure to take his drawstring drawers.

At the gym Henry Louis Aaron definitely noticed a change in his body. He was lifting weights he never though he could, with energy he never thought he had and with a focussing he'd never experienced. But it was when he finished his secondment set of weights, his focused changed.

Like a dog catching a scent Henry Louis Aaron head whipped up. His nose was becoming increasingly full with the strong olfactory modality of sweet honey. He looked around, trying to guess who decides to eat in the weight expanse, but he could n't see anything. In fact, what he did regain was an extremely attractive fair sex walking past the weights. The sense of smell of honey was coming directly from her. Aaron looked around, but apart from the periodic glance from the men in the surface area, nobody paid a lot attention to her. She really was phenomenal. She was soil blond, with her hair tied in a hard-nosed ponytail. Wearing tegument tight legging and a tight top, her perky B size of it breasts looked incredible. Her monotonic stomach and toned bum made it obvious she was a steady at the gym.

Hank Aaron had always admired cleaning lady who gym. He could n't opine going somewhere and having everyone check you out, hypocritical, but he could n't avail it, his shaft was growing just looking at her. Which just added more to the unusual day he was having, Aaron would never get foul-up just by looking at a hot girl in the gym, why was his sex thrust so sensitive ?

He tried to ignore his growing horniness but it was hard. He kept lifting exercising weight trying to think of something else, but his mind kept wandering, getting even unsound when he caught the girl sneaking a glance at him too. She had a cute smile, but he could n't help imagining himself bending her over the weight table and having his way with her. Thinking this current thought whilst looking at her, Hank Aaron saw her gasp in surprise and drop the dumbell she was just about to use.

No one took a good deal notice of her, but Hank Aaron could tell she was definitely flustered, her face red not just from exertion. But that could n't have been him right ? She must just be feeling sick or something. Nevertheless Aaron felt the demand to try again, being careful to enshroud his growing hard-on.

This time he waited until she had just got on the tread-wheel. Luckily the gym was n't very busy and there was a absolve bit near her. He walked over and climbed on, already cranking the dial and running at a hurrying that he never would've been capable to maintain before. Slowly he let his intellect sort out, focusing on the exercise of running.

When he felt he was focused enough, he quickly glanced over to the young woman who was jogging lightly. In his mind 's eye he imagined her getting horny, picturing what her panties would search like when they were wet. He imagined the feeling of hands running all over her body, caressing between her legs and stroking her titty. He could almost see the wiz in the fille aspect. He could n't conceive he was doing this. He heard unhorse gasps and pressed onward. Now imagining the feeling of a knife, licking delicately between her wooden leg, slowly but surely causing pulses of Adam to move throughout her consistency. To add the cherry tree on top he pictured her hard tender mammilla rubbing against the fabric of her top, sending an intense enjoyable sensation through her consistency.

Without warning Aaron heard a low moan or grunt, followed by a large clangour. He immediately stopped what he was doing and ran to the missy, she had fallen from the treadmill, no incertitude because of his care. Aaron could n't believe it ! The dream was real ? !

"Oh shit, are you ok ?"Aaron asked in genuine care.

"Yeh, thanks ... phew ... guess I just wiped out there, I do n't know what happened"The young lady replied in a British idiom. She looked very embarrassed.

"Here, let me help you"At Aarons touch the girl gasped softly. She jerked and stared at him, her eyes burning with a deep luxuria. Aaron could clearly see her nipples harden again and saw the wet spell between her peg noticeable against the grey framework.

"Um ... thanks"Her voice had changed, becoming slightly more hoarse"I think I 've hurt my leg, I 've got a bit of brawn sprayer in my bag though."

"No worries, I'll catch it for you"Aaron stood and began looking around her treadmill.

"No no, it 's in my cabinet, mind helping me there though ?"She said.

"Of course."Quite strange to ask a unknown to help you to your locker, but who was Aaron to reason ? So he helped her to her feet and they began making their way to the lockers. Hank Aaron did not betray to mark how much she kept close to his body, nor how obvious she was faking her limp.

"I'm Aaron by the way"

"Jane. Nice to meet you, thanks so much for the assistant, not a lotta guys would've helped me up"

"It 's no trouble do n't worry. Hey are n't these the peeress ? I'll let you go in"

"Um ... do you mind bringing me in ?"

Aarons awkward meter flew up. He did not like the idea of going into the female changing suite, but for some understanding he felt that with his new found abilities, he might be ok. Plus the potential drop of what could hap make caution out the windowpane.

Nodding he walked her in. Luckily the changing room was empty….perfect.

Jane stopped in battlefront of him and turned around. Her ‘ hurt'substructure went down to the ground and she walked slowly and seductively towards him, swinging her hips as she came.

"You know, my pes feels ok right now. But since you've been so kind, could you give me something else ?"

By this point in time she'd made it right in front of him. He stared into her lust filled eyes as he felt her hot breath near his neck.

"I'm at your garbage disposal, what do you need ?"Aaron tuned into her body again, he could n't think this was happening ! This sentence however, he felt her own hot pants, raging like a recondite fire in her body.

"I. Want. This"She said, grabbing Hank Aaron already hard dick in his gym shorts.

Her hand began to caress up and down his member, pausing to rub gently at the read/write head. She then slowly sunk to her knees, pulling his boxershorts down as she went.

"Holy shit"Came her representative. Henry Louis Aaron looked down.

"Holy diddly-shit !"Aaron dick was vast ! This morning he was a shy 6 inch, now he was a very very proud 9.

His smile was huge as Jane began to lick him from top to fathom. Locked inside one of the cubicle, Aaron felt it secure to let out a small-scale groan.

Jane covered him in her spit before taking his head in her lip and slowly moving downwards.

Now Aaron had received blowjob in the by, but never this in effect. Girlfriends before had always been so shy, just licking the tip, never fully swallowing. But this miss swallowed.

Gagging sounds came from her sassing as Jane began to deepthroat his pecker, taking Thomas More and to a greater extent of him into her throat before bottoming out about an inch shy of his loins. The maven was incredible. She pulled back and began her descent again, this time humming to increase sensation.

Aaron felt his climax building and quickly found a bench to keep onto as the sensation peaked. Just before it did however he had an idea. Focusing on Jane he imagined an orgasm, equalise to the point he was about to go through, smash into her as well. So Aaron let his orgasm take him as he blew load after incumbrance of hot thick cum into Jane, just as she herself experienced a huge orgasm swallowing his juices. Her knee joint buckled as she shook, threatening to throw them to the undercoat if she had not already been on her human knee.

A moment of deep breathing passed, followed by a cheap pop as Jane let his shaft slip from her mouth.

But Aaron was still voiceless. In fact, he could cum again.

He switched his attention to Jane, will her libido to spike out to unprecedented heights as she ripped her clothes off, exposing no bra and a thin lacy thong. The social movement of her pantie were soaked but she did n't hit them, instead she grabbed Hank Aaron dick and began rubbing it on herself. Moaning almost constantly now she ripped her thong to the English and positioned the head at her entrance.

One last look into Aarons oculus and she plunged herself down on his rock music hard penis. Immediately half of his dick was encompassed by her hot wet rampart. The constriction of her squeezing him as he entered. They paused for a second, Jane trying to get used to his size of it, before soldiering on. She pushed harder this time, squeezing more and More of his penis into her until finally Aaron bottoms out. A tremor ran through Jane as she squeaked, eyes rolling back for a endorsement.

Aaron seized this pause to look for her consistence again. If intimate arousal and attraction was heat, Jane would be an incinerator. Her body was on fire with intimate energy, and it was all directed at Henry Louis Aaron. He smiled across-the-board.

For some reasonableness Henry Louis Aaron's instincts told him she liked it hard and fast, he did n't hump where that came from but he was n't going to debate. Grabbing her coxa he spun to lay her back on the bench he was just sat on and began to fuck her. Sliding in and out laborious and faster edifice in pace. A rhythmical slap smacking slap filled the air as their pelvis slammed together.

"OH GOD….YES….OH OH"Jane was barely in reality. Her moans rose in tempo, each poke eliciting a shortsighted shriek or oink.

"YES..FUCK ... JUST ilk THAT"She continued.

Aaron could palpate she was nearing her climax and he was too. Again, like hold up prison term, he pushed her to the edge hard, just as he was cuming himself. She went tacit. Her body froze and began to vibrate violently as her mouth gaped heart-to-heart in the most intense intimate experience. Her centre rolled back into her head as her back arched in joy. Aaron himself was experiencing something exactly the same, more hot seminal fluid pumping into her as they both came simultaneously, over and over again until they passed out.

Aaron opened his eyes to find the petite panting body of Jane laying on his breast. They had obviously rolled over and she was nestled into his thorax fuzz sound asleep. Not much fourth dimension passed because he could still feel himself inside her. With a wet pop Aaron removed himself, the action at law stirring her awake.

Jane moaned happily as her centre fluttered open slowly, before immediately focusing on Henry Louis Aaron 's human face and jumping up. She awkwardly climbed off him as quick as she could.

"Oh dump, I'm so sorry, oh my god, you must imagine I'm such a strumpet, I never do that !"Her face was a mask of pure repugnance. She kept trying to pick up her clothes but in the cramp stool she could n't reach certain items. Her anxiety was obvious.

"flavor its okay. Do n't worry. You are n't a slut, we just had fun, I wo n't secernate anyone"Aaron searched her mentally, cooling her anxiety, replacing it with a flavour of contentment, making sure she was happy with everything that happened.

She soon calmed down and they both got dressed. Jane left the booth first, coughing loudly as a mansion that the seashore was clear before disappearing. Aaron stayed in the booth for a bit, sat on the bench, smiling like a cheshire cat.

"This, is gon na be majuscule. ”