Read My Encounter With A Sweet Alien (Alien SciFi Romance) Online

Authors: Meg Ripley

Tags: #Alien, #SciFi, #Romance, #Alien Invasion, #Alien Contact, #Fantasy, #Short Story, #Paranormal, #Supernatural, #Action, #Adventure, #Space Travel, #Adult, #Erotic, #Fiction

My Encounter With A Sweet Alien (Alien SciFi Romance)

BOOK: My Encounter With A Sweet Alien (Alien SciFi Romance)
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My Encounter With A Sweet Alien












Meg Ripley

Copyright © 2015 by Meg Ripley


Cover: Saucer Photo By Halfrain via Flickr Creative Commons


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Outside her open bedroom window, the cows in her pasture stood sleeping as a gentle breeze wafted across the hardwood floors and onto her skin. Amy shuddered slightly and rolled over. Though the clear sky above dotted the earth with twinkling lights of a thousand stars, and the world around her peaceful farm lay still in the night air, a feeling of dissonance washed over her. Her loyal husky, Shiloh, stirred at the foot of the bed anxiously, causing the old springs of her four post bed to groan under the weight.

“What is it, Shiloh?” she moaned, the sleep still fresh in her eyes. “Why are you so anxious tonight?”

Shiloh lifted her head, her blue eyes reflecting in the moonlight. She yelped in Amy’s direction.

“If only you could actually speak, Shiloh.”
Amy gave a long stretch and surveyed her bedroom carefully through the darkness. Twilight spread across the hardwood floors, giving an eerie glow to the objects it touched, but nothing appeared to be disturbed.

Shiloh leapt from her place on the bed, slapping her large paws against the wood beams and sending an echo through the silent house. She huffed again and let out a yelp that signaled distress. Outside, the herd rustled now, shifting nervously as if something else had joined them in the field, disturbing their peaceful slumber. Amy felt a chill sweep up her spine.

“I feel it too, Girl,” she said, stroking the pacing husky’s fur. “I’m gonna go check it out.”

Amy knew something was out there. She headed for the door, placing a pair of muddy work boots on her naked toes and lifted her shotgun from its usual seat above the door.

Shiloh followed loyally across the room. Amy turned and gave her a warm smile; “No, Girl--go lay down,” she cooed, “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Shiloh whined, then obediently returned to her bed next to the stone fireplace as Amy opened the front door to a rush of cool night air. Outside, the brightness of a full moon gave the appearance of mid-day to the barn and driveway, sparkling across freshly cut grass and rocks. She stepped off the porch and turned towards the field behind her home, but nothing appeared out of sorts.

A glow from the forest caught her eye and she turned to investigate; Amy could see a strange light pulsing deep within the darkness of sleeping trees. What—or
—could possibly be in the woods? Her heart raced in fear, but she knew she had to find out.

Her boots crunched the small, fallen twigs below her feet as she crept towards the glow. Into the thickness of the forest, the moonlight was trapped by the lush canopy, filling the area with a deep blackness almost too difficult to see within.

Amy followed the pulsing light, stumbling upon exposed roots from the tall oaks as she trudged forward. But something drew her to the pulsing light; like a moth to a flame, she felt compelled to press on.

A few hundred yards into the forest, she froze, eyes widening at the sight before her. Nestled among a small clearing laid a ship; it was unlike anything she had ever seen before. It was long and smooth, as if it had been crafted from a single hunk of metal. Its tip came to a sharp point, which was buried part-way under the earth; Amy wondered if its driver had some difficulty while landing. The light that had drawn her was coming from what appeared to be runner lights, dotting the edges on either side of the ship. They flashed brightly in the darkness, illuminating the area with a green glow. Amy inched closer, grasping the barrel of her shotgun nervously, prepared to fire at the first sign of trouble.

The door hung open; the ship appeared to be abandoned. She leaned in, squinting her eyes in the hopes of catching a glimpse of the ship’s owner. Only the sounds of a cool breeze wafting through the treetops could be recognized, and the hum of the ship’s quiet engines below her.

Suddenly, Amy felt a large hand rest on her shoulder. She shrieked and leapt forward in a stumble, pushing the hand away and whirling around to aim her gun.

Before her stood a man swaying slightly, as if ready to collapse at any moment. He was tall, at least six and a half feet in height, with dark brown hair and shimmering deep emerald eyes. His breath was labored, heaving beneath the chilled muscles of his chest as he struggled to remain upright. He was simply gorgeous.

Just then, the stranger collapsed into a heap on the ground, his large hands catching the earth to stop his fall. He gazed up at her frantically, those emerald eyes catching the glow of the engines and melting her heart. Amy helped him to his feet and without a word led him back to the farmhouse.
I must be crazy
, she thought.

His head hung low, allowing the longer strands of his hair to dip and cover his mud-splattered face. She struggled to place him in a seat at the kitchen table where he finally slumped with a labored grunt. She gazed down at the weakened stranger in her kitchen, his head still hanging low as if at any moment he would fall from the chair to her floor.

“Are you hurt?” She spoke hesitantly, and the stranger looked up.

He shook his head to signal ‘no.’ “Hungry,” he groaned; his voice was deep and sexy.

Amy nodded and searched the kitchen for something quick. She returned moments later, carrying a loaf of bread and some soup from the previous night’s meal. She placed the meal on the table beside him.

Amy sat down and watched, puzzled, as the stranger examined the food. He picked up the spoon and hesitantly dipped it into the soup, bringing it to his soft, full lips for a taste. His face lit up with a grin and within minutes, the bowl’s entire contents were gone, followed quickly by the bread.

“Wow, you
hungry,” she chuckled.

“Thank you,” he beamed. “My rations ran out a week ago. Any longer and I wouldn’t have made it.”

“So… who are you, and how did you end up in my woods? Are you in the military?” Amy was curious about the strange man she’d allowed in her home. As handsome as he might be, he could still be dangerous.

“I mean you no harm,” he said with a reassuring smile, “I’m not from this planet, nor am I military. My name is Lukavyt-r, and I’m an explorer.”

Amy blinked in surprise at his response. This beautiful creature was nothing like the movies had portrayed. She marveled at his long, muscular arms resting calmly on the table and the warm smile spreading across his stubble-lined face. With careful observation, the subtle differences became clear: his ears were longer than that of a typical human’s, coming to a smooth point at the tips; his shimmering white teeth held the slight hints of fangs.

Amy’s heart raced, she suddenly felt overwhelmed with desire to reach out and run her hands along his deeply muscled body, as if some unseen force was drawing her in.

He gave a seductive grin, watching her longing grow. “I’m not making you nervous, am I?” he raised an eyebrow. “You seem
… occupied

Amy quickly returned her gaze to his eyes, blushing a slight shade of crimson. He had sensed her desire, somehow, as if he carried a sixth sense. She felt exposed, as if she may as well be standing before him naked. Yes, he was attractive but this was something more—something deeper than the mere sight of a sumptuous man in her kitchen.

“No… I’m not nervous,” she cleared her throat and sat upright, “just curious, I suppose. For starters, why were you looming around in the woods, Lukav-…Luk… sorry, can I just call you Luke?”

He gave a long, deep laugh, “Luke it is. I wasn’t looming; I was lost. I landed here accidentally when my fuel gauge malfunctioned. I left the ship to find help and ended up wandering astray through the trees.”

The two talked well into the early hours of morning. Luke described his home planet, which he had left years prior in search of unexplored worlds outside their galaxy. He spoke of the desert lands his home plant had become, barren of trees save a few select areas where the remainder of his people had migrated for life-sustaining needs.

“The air is heavy now from the loss of oxygen.” His eyes grew dim and sadness swept across his face, reflecting on the dire situation of his people. “We’ve been forced to live underground where the air is pumped in through machines, and the planet is heating up at a rapid rate. My people decided to deploy scouts to evaluate surrounding areas to see if they’d be suitable for us to inhabit.”

“Are there others here…” Amy hesitated, “like

“No,” Luke shook his head sadly, “I lost communication with the other ships nearly a year ago. I am several light years from home, and I can only hope they found a new planet somewhere closer.”

Outside her window, the birds began to chirp loudly, signaling that morning had come. Shiloh inched closer, nudging Amy with her muzzle to signal that she needed to go outside. Amy gave Luke a polite smile and took Shiloh to the door, letting her out to roam free.

When she returned, he had placed his head down on the table, clearly exhausted. Amy couldn’t help but feel safe near him, even though he was from another world. She placed her petite hand on his brooding shoulder gently.

“Hey,” she cooed, “why don’t you stay here and rest least until you get your strength back. I have a spare room you can use to get some sleep.”

He nodded, “Thank you, most graciously.” Luke followed her upstairs, his heavy boots clumping on the wood. Amy could feel that he was sizing her up from behind as she walked, forcing a grin on her face.

She led her exhausted new guest to an open door adjacent her own and motioned for him to enter. “You can stay in here. I live alone—well, except for my animals—so no one will bother you. I’ll be around if you need anything.”

She left Luke to rest, closing the door to his room softly. Once free of his stare, she leaned her head against the door and gave a sigh. There was something about him that sent her body spiraling out of control; some deep attraction unlike anything that Amy had ever felt before.



The warm water of her shower felt good after a day outside. Standing in front of her mirror, she wiped away the veil of steam and gazed at her reflection. Amy was tall, with long flowing chestnut hair that trailed down to her tight ass when allowed to roam loose. She was a natural beauty—her sun-kissed skin held a deep golden tan year-round; her deep brown doe eyes made men swoon with a single glance.

Dropping the towel to the floor, she prepared to dress, taking a moment to survey her curves with a smile. The daily work on her farm gave her a shapely figure with the perfect combination of muscles and silky softness. Her breasts, full and supple, hung loose while she dried the beads of water from her long legs. Her thoughts wandered once more to the sleeping stranger nearby and she felt a wave of desire flow through her. Luke hadn’t left his room all afternoon—she came indoors to check up on him several times throughout the day—yet she could feel his presence nearby.

Amy gave a shout as the bathroom door busted open, forcing a rush of cold air into the room. Luke stood in the doorway, gaping in her direction. He stared, wide-eyed at Amy’s naked figure before him, as if he had never laid eyes on a woman before. His firm jaw hung open and his emerald eyes remained fixed on the site. Amy reached for the towel with a shriek and covered her breasts modestly.

“Hey!” she growled, “You need to learn how to knock.”

Once she was covered, it was if he was broken from a frozen trance. He shook off the shock and gave her a wicked grin. “Well
need to learn how to lock the door.”

Amy gave him a playful scowl and tossed the towel in his direction, watching the look of surprise fill him once more. She walked slowly to the doorway where he stood, savoring his panicked stare as she swayed her hips seductively. Grasping the door slowly, she slid her hands onto the door knob suggestively. Before closing it, she gave once last teasing smile, leaving Luke looming in the hallway.

Amy giggled, thinking of the effect her body had on him. Teasing was completely out of character for her, but this man brought out something inside her that she’d never felt before. Dressing quickly in her favorite worn jeans and a low-cut V neck tank top, she joined him downstairs.

Luke was seated at the kitchen table once more, gulping glasses of water one by one from the large pitcher. He grinned as she entered, looking almost thankful that she hadn’t walked into the room naked—though the idea was tempting.

“You have no idea how fortunate you are, Amy.” He gulped down another glass, “Water is priceless on my planet, yet here it flows in rivers and oceans.”

She gave a half-smile, amused by his fascination, yet saddened at thought of his people struggling. She entered the kitchen to make dinner, deciding to dish out her best steak and eggs for her sultry guest. After some preparation, she set out a lavish plate filled with fresh greens from her garden, a large T-bone steak and scrambled eggs. Luke eyed the plate with mouth-watering hunger, giving Amy a grateful smile before digging in like a hungry animal.

He sighed after nearly licking the plate clean, “That was the best food I have ever tasted.”

Amy described life on her farm, and explained how she had chosen to return to the simple life rather than to allow the bank to take her childhood home. Luke asked for a tour, so she led him outside to the world she so loved. She showed him the garden, brimming with fresh vegetables. Luke knelt down beside a set of ripe tomatoes and ran his hand across the smooth, red skin. His face held a look of sheer fascination; one that reflected her own as a child watching her mother cultivate the earth. Though for different reasons, Luke shared her never-ending love for the earth and all its bountiful gifts. Amy watched Luke marvel at the farm while they walked late into evening, her heart desiring this strange man near her even more than the night before.

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