Aaron felt the sun before he saw it. Laying in bed he could experience the rising warmness travel slowly up his body until, irritatingly, it reached his face, forcing him to open his center.

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

"Wait ... what"It was four XXX in the dawn, 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 get to any good sense at all because he'd literally just felt it cross across his body. But even uncanny than the sun, was the fact that his garden was not outside his windowpane.

In fact, there was no garden whatsoever. No grass, no shed, no item laying around like the barbeque or bike, just flat orange dusty ground. Much like you see in adverts on t.v where countries are experiencing extreme drought, the ground was dry.

"What the fucking, what is this"

Rubbing his eyes repeatedly did zilch, his visual modality did n't shift. exterior seemed like a dry desert, a Brobdingnagian sweep of nothingness that just went on as far as the eye could see. Panic began to take over as he crossed to his chamber room access on the contrary side, opening it only to find a brick wall. Sweating and beginning to sway now, Aaron forced himself to calm 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 chamber, normal methods do n't work so well.

Aaron forced himself to stop spiralling, deleting thoughts of dying out of his idea as soon as they entered. Finally under control he reached for the windowpane opening it all-embracing, fortunately it was broad enough for him to fit through and be able to slip down his tiled ceiling and land with a thud 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 sense the passion he was expecting to. Looking up at the sun and judgment by the reason around him, he should definitely be burning up right now but he felt strangely cool and well-fixed, something which gradually began to aid facilitate 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 view before seeing what he thought was a sign 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 bit walking, Hank Aaron began to get close. ‘ House'probably is n't the word to describe it. From the distance it seemed to be the redress contour and colour of your average detached home plate, however on closer review the building was actually made of some type of metallic substance. Shining brightly in the sun it had a mirror like quality, one that was only broken up occasionally by window-like turret holes, much like I you would expect to see on a mediaeval castle.

Aaron stood before the anatomical structure, taking it all in. There seemed to be no discernable entry yet the building was drawing him in, oddly decent Aaron felt himself get excited at the thought. Although this was n't your steady excitement, he felt this feeling 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 dreaming, so why not ?

Almost as soon as this thought came into his head, a doorway opened in the mirror-like Earth's surface of the building directly in straw man of Henry Louis Aaron. He entered into the darkness inside.

The threshold shut behind him plunging his surroundings into shadow but he still felt the well-off coolness he was feeling before. Suddenly a tower of light illuminated before him, blinding his middle that were now used to the iniquity.

"What in the fuu…"

"kneel"

Hank Aaron threw himself to the floor. It was as if someone had tied roofy to both his knees and yanked hard on them, driving him downwards.

He looked up. A figure stood before him. Undeniably stranger yet undeniably beautiful, and somehow completely feminine. He had no doubt in his mind that this figure was a charwoman, she certainly looked it. Auburn hair's-breadth flowed from her head, down the shoulders and ended just shy of the back of her calves. Her body seemed petite yet brawny. Her white meat standing out house, with strong tit prominent through the exotic framework of her retentive surgical gown. Her legs and backside hidden by her fuzz yet obviously matching the measure of her flawless anatomy.

"ARE YOU SON OF ORA-LAIN ?"

He realised this voice came from his head, the beautiful mouth of the woman in presence did not run an column inch. Although a diminished smirk appeared as she noticed the rising tent in Hank Aaron boxers.

"Uh ... um..you mean Orlain ? My mum ?"Aaron stuttered. His head word was so fuzzy. His mind constricted in her draw. He was pretty sure the voice in his head pronounced his mothers name with a gap in the middle but undoubtedly was saying the same word.

"YES. YOU HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS CHANGED OUR name, YOUR natural language CAN NOT hold THE TRUE gens OF US. EVEN ORA-LAIN IS A SIMPLIFIED VERSION OF HER birth figure"The female 's vocalism echoed through his head both loud and soft. A sensation difficult to describe.

‘ God I must be dreaming'Aaron thought.

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

"YES, I CAN READ YOUR THOUGHTS. YOU HUMANS ARE SO PRIMITIVE."He obviously knew this char held him in low regard but honestly he was too busy trying to memorize the beauty of her grimace ... the smell of her body.

"nidus ! YOU MUST LISTEN, I DO NOT HAVE MUCH fourth dimension"

The allure suddenly switched off. Aaron's head snapped back. It was almost like being pulled from inhuman piddle. The drawing card was still there, but his attending was back.

"OUR SPECIES DISCOVERED MILLENIA AGO THAT MATING WITH YOUR male person HUMANS PRODUCED UNIQUE issue ... COMING FROM A DYING cosmos WE LILLITATS ARE SENT HERE EVERY THOUSAND YEARS TO partner, IN THE promise OF PRODUCING OFFSPRING THAT WILL return TO THE HOMELAND TO SAVE OUR species FROM EXTINCTION."

skepticism was obvious across Aarons aspect. Yet something in her words and this unit experience made him want to believe. He could almost finger the truth. He could see in his mind 's eye a major planet stricken in black gage, no vegetation visible, with thousands of humanoid aliens, much like the one standing in front of him, screaming and crying in affright.

"IN YOUR past WE have COME. THE termination BEING member OF YOUR RACE GAINING fortune AND big businessman. MULTIPLE KINGS, QUEENS, AND Pharaoh HAVE BEEN A answer OF OUR amour. YET WE NO LONGER NEED drawing card. OUR SPECIES IS AT THE BRINK OF EXTINCTION, WE NOW REQUIRE MATES. SEXUALLY POWERFUL BEINGS THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE visitation OF mating WITH AN ALIEN SPECIES."

Honestly if this situation had not already been so surreal and insane, Hank Aaron would feature laughed. But again, the rigorousness of her spokesperson touched chain in his heart.

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

"NO. union IS match PARTS RITUAL AS IT IS BIOLOGICAL. I 'M GOING TO GRANT YOU major power. SEXUAL office. FOR YOU TO GAIN full MASTERY OF BEFORE BEING READY TO issue ON female person OF MY OWN subspecies"

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

"DO NOT TAKE THAT shade WITH ME nipper ! YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THIS king, YOU MUST EXPERIENCE start bridge player AND YOU will UNDERSTAND MY WORDS. WHEN YOU ARE READY I WILL RETURN"

"Wait ! Wait ! I have More questions, what about my mum ? Do you cognise where she is ? !"

"SHE IS vertebral column HOME nestling, NOW GO"

And with that the pattern in front disappeared, leaving a midget pinprick of brightness level floating in the air. There was metre for three mysterious breaths before Aaron felt himself being pulled towards the hole. Reality seemed to buckle as his eubstance was sucked into the impossibly small gap.

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

Chapter 2

heaving and covered from head to toe in fret, Aaron looked around to make headway his bearing. He was back family, in his way, in his own house, which had the normal garden out the window. He looked to his right again to see his clock showing 06:45. His alarm went off.

Turning it off he sat for a minute quietly. Then he started to express mirth. That was wild ! What a pipe dream ! He could n't think that he almost thought that was real. He laughed more as he climbed from bed to lead down to the shower.

Henry Louis Aaron lived alone. His father had disappeared shortly after realising Henry Louis Aaron 's mum was pregnant. Leaving the twenty something to recruit a nestling alone. She had fared unnaturally well, being the smart savvy womanhood she was, she had managed to make unbelievably good decisions in the livestock market which allowed investment in place which in bit produced a go forward income.

However, on the eve of Aaron sixteenth natal day Orlain had gone missing. She had left a short letter detailing her asset and banking concern bill be left to her son along with all of her possessions. Initially a manhunt ensued but it was quickly given up as the law suspected suicide.

As a effect, Aaron was alone from the age of 16. He had no extended kinfolk to turn to so he continued schoolhouse and left at eighteen and had been working versatile line of work since then, working purley for the pleasure of bit, the money was n't needed.

Following his mother 's abandonment Aaron had gained weight. He did n't see after himself and good factor and a high metamorphosis were the only when thing keeping him from corpulency. So, he was overweight.

Standing at 5'11 his fat was n't very obvious. He could easily cover under layers and fool those into thinking he was svelte but in reality he was n't, and he hated it. Although his feelings towards his trunk were secure, he never could quite motivate himself to put to work out. He never had any reason to. If Aaron was brutally honest, he was a trivial socially awkward so did n't palpate the want to be confident. Childhood trauma could do that to you.

For some reason that sunup was unlike. After the exhibitioner had washed away the remnants of the aspiration that he now barely remembered, he felt energised ! Motivated almost. His mind felt sharp, voguish, clearer. Usually his body just wanted to go and lay down and cool out but this clock 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 moment his mouth opened slightly. He'd lost weight. Not just a midget bit ... a lot ! Like maybe 15 or 20 Ezra Loomis Pound. 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 mind 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 bring in sexual baron. Shrugging his shoulder joint, Hank Aaron got his stuff together and went to the gym, making indisputable to admit his drawstring short.

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

Like a dog catching a odour Aarons question whipped up. His nose was becoming increasingly full with the strong olfactory perception of sweetly honey. He looked around, trying to guess who decides to eat in the weight sphere, but he could n't see anything. In fact, what he did find was an extremely attractive women walking past the weights. The smell of honey was coming directly from her. Aaron looked around, but apart from the occasional glimpse from the men in the country, nonentity paid much aid to her. She really was phenomenal. She was dingy blonde, with her haircloth tied in a practical ponytail. Wearing bark rigorous leggings and a tight top, her perky B size boob looked incredible. Her flatbed venter and toned bum made it obvious she was a steady at the gym.

Aaron had always admired women who gym. He could n't reckon going somewhere and having everyone check mark you out, hypocritical, but he could n't help it, his dick was growing just looking at her. Which just added more to the unusual day he was having, Aaron would never get boners just by looking at a hot girl in the gym, why was his sex thrust so sensible ?

He tried to brush aside his growing horniness but it was hard. He kept lifting weight trying to guess of something else, but his head kept wandering, getting even worse when he caught the girl sneaking a coup d'oeil at him too. She had a cute smile, but he could n't help imagining himself bending her over the weight unit tabular array and having his way with her. Thinking this current thought whilst looking at her, Aaron saw her gasp in surprise and discharge the dumbell she was just about to use.

No one took much notice of her, but Henry Louis Aaron could tell she was definitely perturbed, her human face red not just from exertion. But that could n't have been him right ? She must just be feeling ill or something. Nevertheless Aaron felt the pauperization to try again, being careful to veil his growing erection.

This clip he waited until she had just got on the treadmill. Luckily the gym was n't very officious and there was a free spot near her. He walked over and climbed on, already cranking the dial and running at a f number that he never would've been capable to uphold before. Slowly he let his creative thinker open, focusing on the exercise of running.

When he felt he was focused enough, he quickly glanced over to the girl who was jogging lightly. In his thinker 's eye he imagined her getting horny, picturing what her panties would look like when they were wet. He imagined the notion of handwriting running all over her body, caressing between her legs and stroking her breasts. He could almost see the sensation in the missy nerve. He could n't conceive he was doing this. He heard light-colored gasps and pressed onward. Now imagining the feeling of a spit, licking delicately between her legs, slowly but surely stimulate pulse rate of ecstasy to trip throughout her consistency. To add the cherry on top he pictured her intemperate sensitive nipples rubbing against the fabric of her top, sending an vivid enjoyable sensation through her body.

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

"Oh diddley, are you ok ?"Henry Louis Aaron asked in actual care.

"Yeh, thanks ... phew ... guess I just wiped out there, I do n't know what happened"The girl 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 trench lustfulness. Hank Aaron could clearly see her teat harden again and saw the wet plot of land between her legs noticeable against the grey fabric.

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

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

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

"Of course."Quite unknown to ask a stranger to assist you to your locker, but who was Aaron to argue ? So he helped her to her pes and they began making their way to the lockers. Aaron did not flush it to notice how practically 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 help, not a lotta guy rope would've helped me up"

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

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

Henry Louis Aaron awkward meter flew up. He did not like the idea of going into the female changing rooms, but for some ground he felt that with his new see ability, he might be ok. Plus the potential of what could happen throw off caution out the windowpane.

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

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

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

By this breaker point she'd made it right in front of him. He stared into her lecherousness filled eye as he felt her hot breathing spell near his neck.

"I'm at your disposal, what do you postulate ?"Henry Louis Aaron tuned into her soundbox again, he could n't believe this was happening ! This time however, he felt her own horniness, raging like a deeply fervency in her body.

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

Her hand began to caress up and down his phallus, pausing to rub gently at the headspring. She then slowly sunk to her knees, pulling his shortstop down as she went.

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

"sanctum shit !"Henry Louis Aaron dick was immense ! This morning he was a shy 6 column inch, now he was a very very proud 9.

His smile was huge as Jane began to figure out him from top to bottom. Locked inside one of the cubicles, Aaron felt it condom to let out a small moan.

Jane covered him in her saliva before taking his head in her rima oris and slowly moving downwards.

Now Hank Aaron had received blowjobs in the past times, 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 cock, taking more and more of him into her throat before bottoming out about an inch shy of his pubes. The sensory faculty was unbelievable. She pulled back and began her descent again, this metre humming to increase sensation.

Hank Aaron felt his culmination building and quickly found a bench to moderate onto as the sense impression peaked. Just before it did however he had an idea. Focusing on Jane he imagined an sexual climax, peer to the point he was about to experience, smash into her as well. So Henry Louis Aaron let his sexual climax take him as he blew load after load of hot chummy come into Jane, just as she herself experienced a huge coming swallowing his juices. Her knees buckled as she shook, threatening to throw them to the ground if she had not already been on her human knee.

A moment of deep breathing passed, followed by a trashy pop as Jane let his putz faux pas from her mouth.

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

He switched his attention to Jane, bequeath her libido to fortify to unprecedented heights as she ripped her clothes off, exposing no bra and a thin lacy thong. The social movement of her panties were soaked but she did n't murder them, instead she grabbed Henry Louis Aaron dick and began rubbing it on herself. Moaning almost constantly now she ripped her thong to the face and positioned the head at her entrance.

One last look into Aarons eyes and she plunged herself down on his rock hard phallus. Immediately one-half of his peter was encompassed by her hot wet bulwark. The compactness of her squeezing him as he entered. They paused for a minute, Jane trying to get used to his size, before soldiering on. She pushed harder this clock time, squeezing More and Thomas 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 interruption to search her body again. If sexual arousal and attraction was heat energy, Jane would be an incinerator. Her body was on fire with sexual energy, and it was all directed at Aaron. He smiled wide.

For some understanding Aaron's instincts told him she liked it intemperately and fast, he did n't do it where that came from but he was n't going to argue. Grabbing her pelvic arch he spun to lay her back on the terrace he was just sat on and began to fuck her. Sliding in and out harder and faster construction in pace. A rhythmic slap slap slap filled the air as their pelvic arch slammed together.

"OH GOD….YES….OH OH"Jane was barely in reality. Her moan rose in tempo, each thrust eliciting a poor scream or grunt.

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

Aaron could feel she was nearing her climax and he was too. Again, like last time, he pushed her to the edge hard, just as he was cuming himself. She went silent. Her physical structure froze and began to hover violently as her lip gaped undecided in the most intense intimate experience. Her eyes rolled back into her fountainhead as her binding arched in pleasure. Aaron himself was experiencing something exactly the Saame, more hot semen pumping into her as they both came simultaneously, over and over again until they passed out.

Henry Louis Aaron opened his center to see the bantam trousering dead body of Jane laying on his chest. They had obviously rolled over and she was nestled into his pectus whisker sound asleep. Not often clip passed because he could still feel himself inside her. With a wet pop Aaron removed himself, the legal action stirring her awake.

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

"Oh hoot, I'm so sorry, oh my god, you must recall I'm such a slut, I never do that !"Her aspect was a mask of staring revulsion. She kept trying to pick up her clothes but in the hamper stool she could n't reach sure items. Her anxiety was obvious.

"looking its OK. Do n't interest. You are n't a slattern, we just had fun, I wo n't say anyone"Aaron searched her mentally, cooling her anxiety, replacing it with a feeling of contentment, making certainly she was glad with everything that happened.

She soon calmed down and they both got dressed. Jane left the carrell first, coughing loudly as a signboard that the coast was crystalise before disappearing. Henry Louis Aaron stayed in the cubicle for a second, sat on the terrace, smiling like a cheshire cat.

"This, is gon na be expectant. ”