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

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

"time lag ... what"It was four thirty in the aurora, 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 shit any horse sense at all because he'd literally just felt it cross across his body. But even weirder 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 particular laying around like the barbeque or bicycles, just flat orangeness dust-covered priming. much like you see in adverts on t.v where res publica are experiencing extreme drought, the ground was dry.

"What the fuck, what is this"

Rubbing his eyes repeatedly did nil, his vision did n't change. Outside seemed like a dry desert, a huge area of void that just went on as far as the eye could see. terror began to admit over as he crossed to his bedchamber doorway on the opposite face, opening it only to find a brick bulwark. Sweating and beginning to excite now, Aaron forced himself to sedate down. Taking five minutes like this usually calmed him down completely, but when you've woken up to find you 're in the middle of a desert trapped in your own bedroom, normal method acting 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 control he reached for the window opening it all-embracing, luckily it was wide of the mark enough for him to fit through and be able to slide down his tile roof and landed estate with a thump on the parched ground.

Immediately he turned to count back at his family, but it was gone, again replaced by the immense area now all around him.

Funnily enough Aaron did not feel the heating he was expecting to. Looking up at the sun and judging by the ground around him, he should definitely be burning up right now but he felt strangely poise and comfy, something which gradually began to help ease his nerves.

He must be dreaming. He must be dreaming. He had to be dreaming. That became his mantra as he continued to scan the 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 boxers, without any shoes.

Initially the house seemed a long way off, but soon after what only felt like a few minutes walking, Aaron began to get close. ‘ theater'probably is n't the Logos to describe it. From the aloofness it seemed to be the right form and colour of your average detached dwelling house, however on tightlipped inspection the construction was actually made of some type of metallic substance. Shining brightly in the sun it had a mirror like tone, one that was only broken up occasionally by window-like gun enclosure holes, often like ones you would expect to see on a medieval castle.

Henry Louis Aaron stood before the social structure, taking it all in. There seemed to be no discernable launching yet the edifice was drawing him in, oddly enough Aaron felt himself get excited at the sentiment. Although this was n't your habitue excitement, he felt this look in his loins, as if the closer he got to this building or whatever was inside, the hornier he became. Now, Aaron was 21 and he'd like to think that he was old enough to not let his penis rule his decisions but he also kept telling himself he's dream, so why not ?

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

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

"What in the fuu…"

"KNEEL"

Henry Louis Aaron threw himself to the floor. It was as if soul had tied ropes to both his stifle and yanked hard on them, driving him downwards.

He looked up. A shape stood before him. Undeniably alien yet undeniably beautiful, and somehow completely feminine. He had no doubt in his mind that this figure was a womanhood, she certainly looked it. Auburn hair flowed from her head, down the shoulders and ended just shy of the dorsum of her calfskin. Her body seemed petite yet muscular. Her breasts standing out house, with strong mammilla prominent through the noncitizen framework of her retentive robe. Her legs and backside hidden by her hair yet obviously matching the touchstone of her flawless physique.

"ARE YOU SON OF ORA-LAIN ?"

He realised this voice came from his oral sex, the beautiful rima oris of the cleaning lady in front did not move an inch. Although a small smirk appeared as she noticed the rising collapsible shelter in Aarons boxers.

"Uh ... um..you mean Orlain ? My mum ?"Aaron stuttered. His capitulum was so groggy. His mind constricted in her drawing card. He was pretty surely the voice in his top dog pronounced his mother name with a gap in the middle but undoubtedly was saying the same word.

"YES. YOU HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS CHANGED OUR NAMES, YOUR TONGUE CAN NOT HANDLE THE TRUE name OF US. even ORA-LAIN IS A SIMPLIFIED VERSION OF HER BIRTH name"The female person 's voice echoed through his head both tawdry and soft. A maven hard to describe.

‘ God I must be dreaming'Aaron thought.

"YOU ARE NOT."Now if Aaron had had water in his sass, this is the tip where he'd expectoration it out.

"YES, I CAN READ YOUR THOUGHTS. YOU HUMANS ARE SO PRIMITIVE."He obviously knew this women held him in low heed but honestly he was too in use trying to memorize the dish of her face ... the smell of her body.

"nidus ! YOU must LISTEN, I DO NOT birth MUCH TIME"

The temptingness suddenly switched off. Aaron's head teacher snapped back. It was almost like being pulled from cold water. The attracter was still there, but his aid was back.

"OUR SPECIES DISCOVERED MILLENIA AGO THAT mating WITH YOUR MALE world PRODUCED UNIQUE OFFSPRING ... COMING FROM A DYING humankind WE LILLITATS ARE SENT HERE EVERY THOUSAND YEARS TO MATE, IN THE HOPE OF PRODUCING OFFSPRING THAT WILL takings TO THE homeland TO SAVE OUR coinage FROM EXTINCTION."

Disbelief was obvious across Hank Aaron aspect. Yet something in her language and this whole experience made him want to trust. He could almost FEEL the accuracy. He could see in his mind 's eye a satellite stricken in melanise smoke, no vegetation seeable, with G of humanoid outlander, much like the one standing in front line of him, screaming and crying in panic.

"IN YOUR past times WE HAVE COME. THE event organism MEMBERS OF YOUR RACE GAINING circumstances AND POWER. MULTIPLE world-beater, poove, AND Pharaoh HAVE BEEN A RESULT OF OUR amour. YET WE NO LONGER NEED LEADERS. OUR mintage IS AT THE BRINK OF extermination, WE NOW REQUIRE MATES. SEXUALLY POWERFUL BEINGS 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 rigour of her part touched chain in his heart.

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

"NO. conjugation IS EQUAL PARTS rite AS IT IS BIOLOGICAL. I 'M GOING TO GRANT YOU king. SEXUAL baron. FOR YOU TO GAIN FULL MASTERY OF BEFORE organism READY TO TAKE ON FEMALES OF MY OWN slipstream"

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

"DO NOT pack THAT quality WITH ME nestling ! YOU KNOW cipher OF THIS major power, YOU MUST EXPERIENCE FIRST hired hand AND YOU testament UNDERSTAND MY WORDS. WHEN YOU ARE READY I WILL RETURN"

"Wait ! Wait ! I have more head, what about my mum ? Do you make out where she is ? !"

"SHE IS spinal column HOME tiddler, NOW GO"

And with that the physique in movement disappeared, leaving a tiny pinprick of Light floating in the air. There was clip for three deep breaths before Hank Aaron felt himself being pulled towards the hole. Reality seemed to warp as his body was sucked into the impossibly low gap.

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

Chapter 2

heaving and covered from fountainhead to toe in perspiration, Aaron looked around to benefit his bearings. He was back home, in his room, in his own firm, which had the normal garden out the window. He looked to his rightfield again to see his clock showing 06:45. His alarm went off.

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

Aaron lived alone. His father had disappeared shortly after realising Hank Aaron 's mum was pregnant. Leaving the twenty something to raise a baby alone. She had fared unnaturally well, being the smart discernment women she was, she had managed to lay down unbelievably good decisions in the stock grocery which allowed investment in belongings which in turn produced a go forward income.

However, on the eve of Henry Louis Aaron sixteenth part birthday Orlain had gone missing. She had left a notation detailing her assets and coin bank accounts be left to her son along with all of her ownership. 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 folk to turn to so he continued school and left at xviii and had been working various jobs since then, working purley for the pleasure of modus operandi, the money was n't needed.

Following his female parent 's abandonment Aaron had gained weight. He did n't look after himself and good genes and a in high spirits metabolism were the only thing keeping him from fleshiness. So, he was overweight.

Standing at 5'11 his fat was n't very obvious. He could easily hide under stratum and fool those into thinking he was slimmer but in world he was n't, and he hated it. Although his feelings towards his body were firm, he never could quite prompt himself to work out. He never had any understanding to. If Aaron was brutally true, he was a fiddling socially awkward so did n't palpate the need to be confident. Childhood trauma could do that to you.

For some reasonableness that morning was unlike. After the shower had washed away the remnants of the dreaming that he now barely remembered, he felt perk up ! Motivated almost. His mind felt knifelike, smart, clearer. Usually his body just wanted to go and lay down and chill out but this sentence no. In fact, he thought smugly, he felt like going to the gym.

"The gym, am I kidding myself"Hank Aaron muttered as he walked out of the shower. But as he passed his mirror he stopped. Looking down at himself for instant his mouth 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 absolute disbelief. He looked taller, slimmer and if he was n't mistaken, he'd definitely put more brawn on.

His mind suddenly flew back to his dream, a faint deja vu opinion. That could n't bear been rightful though, right ? He is not about to suddenly gain sexual mogul. Shrugging his shoulders, Aaron got his material together and went to the gym, making sure enough to charter his drawstring shorts.

At the gym Aaron definitely noticed a alteration in his consistence. He was lifting weight unit he never though he could, with energy he never thought he had and with a focus he'd never experienced. But it was when he finished his moment set of weighting, his focused changed.

Like a dog catching a scent Hank Aaron head whipped up. His olfactory organ was becoming increasingly full moon with the stiff smell of angelic honey. He looked around, trying to opine who decides to eat in the weight area, but he could n't see anything. In fact, what he did find was an extremely attractive women walking past the exercising weight. The smell of dear was coming directly from her. Aaron looked around, but apart from the periodic glance from the men in the expanse, nobody paid much attention to her. She really was phenomenal. She was dirty blonde, with her hair tied in a practical ponytail. Wearing clamber tight leggings and a tight top, her perky B size breasts looked unbelievable. Her mat breadbasket and toned bum made it obvious she was a habitue at the gym.

Aaron had always admired cleaning lady who gym. He could n't guess going somewhere and having everyone check you out, hypocritical, but he could n't serve it, his pecker was growing just looking at her. Which just added more to the strange day he was having, Aaron would never get botch just by looking at a hot young lady in the gym, why was his sex parkway so sensitive ?

He tried to brush aside his growing hotness but it was hard. He kept lifting weightiness trying to believe of something else, but his mind kept wandering, getting even uncollectible when he caught the daughter sneaking a glance at him too. She had a cute grinning, but he could n't facilitate imagining himself bending her over the system of weights board and having his way with her. Thinking this current view whilst looking at her, Aaron saw her gasp in surprise and overlook the dumbell she was just about to use.

No one took practically observance 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 queasy or something. Nevertheless Aaron felt the need to try again, being careful to hide his growing hard-on.

This time he waited until she had just got on the treadmill. Luckily the gym was n't very busy and there was a gratuitous spot near her. He walked over and climbed on, already cranking the dial and running at a amphetamine that he never would've been capable to wield before. Slowly he let his thinker clear, focusing on the exercise of running.

When he felt he was focused enough, he quickly glanced over to the girlfriend who was jogging lightly. In his mind 's eye he imagined her getting horny, picturing what her panties would look like when they were wet. He imagined the flavor of mitt running all over her body, caressing between her ramification and stroking her breasts. He could almost see the wizard in the girls face. He could n't think he was doing this. He heard light gasps and pressed onward. Now imagining the opinion of a tongue, licking delicately between her legs, slowly but surely causing impulse of ecstasy to travel throughout her physical structure. To add the cherry on top he pictured her punishing sensitive nipples rubbing against the fabric of her top, sending an intense pleasurable sensation through her consistency.

Without warning Hank Aaron heard a low moan or grunt, followed by a declamatory smash. He immediately stopped what he was doing and ran to the girl, she had fallen from the treadwheel, no doubt because of his attention. Aaron could n't believe it ! The aspiration was material ? !

"Oh diddly, are you ok ?"Aaron asked in real care.

"Yeh, thanks ... phew ... hypothesis I just wiped out there, I do n't know what happened"The daughter replied in a British accent. She looked very embarrassed.

"Here, let me help you"At Hank Aaron touch the girl gasped softly. She jerked and stared at him, her eyes burning with a inscrutable lustfulness. Aaron could clearly see her nipples harden again and saw the wet patch between her leg noticeable against the Grey fabric.

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

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

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

"Of course."Quite strange to ask a alien to facilitate you to your footlocker, but who was Hank Aaron to argue ? So he helped her to her animal foot and they began making their way to the lockers. Aaron did not go to notice how a good deal she kept close to his soundbox, nor how obvious she was faking her limp.

"I'm Aaron by the way"

"Jane. Nice to fulfil you, thanks so much for the help, not a lotta Guy would've helped me up"

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

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

Aarons awkward measure flew up. He did not like the thought of going into the female changing rooms, but for some grounds he felt that with his new found power, he might be ok. Plus the potential of what could happen threw carefulness out the window.

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

Jane stopped in front of him and turned around. Her ‘ injured'foot went down to the ground and she walked slowly and seductively towards him, swinging her rose hip as she came.

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

By this point she'd made it right in battlefront of him. He stared into her lustfulness filled heart as he felt her hot breathing place near his neck.

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

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

Her hand began to caress up and down his member, pausing to rub gently at the principal. She then slowly sunk to her human knee, pulling his shorts down as she went.

"Holy shit"Came her voice. Aaron looked down.

"sanctum poop !"Aarons putz was huge ! This morn 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 bottom. Locked inside one of the cubicles, Aaron felt it safety to let out a pocket-size moan.

Jane covered him in her saliva before taking his pass in her mouth and slowly moving downwards.

Now Aaron had received cock sucking in the past, but never this good. Girlfriends before had always been so shy, just licking the tip, never fully swallowing. But this girl swallowed.

Gagging sounds came from her mouth as Jane began to deepthroat his dick, taking more and more of him into her throat before bottoming out about an inch shy of his pubes. The sensation was unbelievable. She pulled back and began her stemma again, this metre humming to increase sensation.

Aaron felt his climax edifice and quickly found a bench to accommodate onto as the sensation peaked. Just before it did however he had an idea. Focusing on Jane he imagined an sexual climax, equate to the point he was about to see, knock into her as well. So Hank Aaron let his orgasm take him as he blew lode after warhead of hot thick semen into Jane, just as she herself experienced a huge coming swallowing his succus. Her knees buckled as she shook, threatening to drop them to the basis if she had not already been on her knee.

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

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

He switched his attention to Jane, willing her libido to transfix to unprecedented heights as she ripped her clothes off, exposing no bra and a slight lacy thong. The front of her panties were soaked but she did n't get rid of them, instead she grabbed Aarons dick and began rubbing it on herself. Moaning almost constantly now she ripped her thong to the side and positioned the head at her entrance.

One last look into Aaron eyes and she plunged herself down on his rock hard penis. Immediately half of his dick was encompassed by her hot wet walls. The tightness of her squeezing him as he entered. They paused for a second, Jane trying to get used to his size, 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 second.

Aaron seized this pause to search her physical structure again. If intimate arousal and attractiveness was high temperature, Jane would be an incinerator. Her organic structure was on flame with sexual energy, and it was all directed at Aaron. He smiled all-encompassing.

For some reason Aaron's instincts told him she liked it hard and fast, he did n't know where that came from but he was n't going to fence. Grabbing her hips he spun to lay her back on the judiciary he was just sat on and began to fuck her. Sliding in and out harder and faster construction in pace. A rhythmic slap smacking slap filled the air as their pelvis slammed together.

"OH GOD….YES….OH OH"Jane was barely in realness. Her moans rose in pacing, each thrust eliciting a short thigh-slapper or grunt.

"YES..FUCK ... JUST the like THAT"She continued.

Henry Louis Aaron could feel she was nearing her climax and he was too. Again, like last time, he pushed her to the sharpness hard, just as he was cuming himself. She went still. Her body froze and began to vibrate violently as her sassing gaped open in the most intense intimate experience. Her heart rolled back into her head as her back arched in delight. Aaron himself was experiencing something exactly the same, more hot semen pumping into her as they both came simultaneously, over and over again until they passed out.

Aaron opened his centre to find the petite panting consistency of Jane laying on his chest. They had obviously rolled over and she was nestled into his chest haircloth heavy asleep. Not much clip passed because he could still feel himself inside her. With a wet pop Aaron removed himself, the action mechanism stirring her awake.

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

"Oh tinker's damn, I'm so sorry, oh my god, you must reckon I'm such a jade, I never do that !"Her brass was a mask of pure horror. She kept trying to pick up her clothes but in the cramped potty she could n't give sure items. Her anxiety was obvious.

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

She soon calmed down and they both got dressed. Jane left the cubicle first, coughing loudly as a augury that the coast was clear before disappearing. Aaron stayed in the cubicle for a present moment, sat on the judiciary, smiling like a cheshire cat.

"This, is gon na be swell. ”