Science Fiction m/m - Greg doesn’t realize it, but Arda Okyu from the planet Ghod ZoHepez is the alien visiting him in dreams and who is attracted to him. In defiance to a group of thugs and bullies who took over his planet, Arda makes plans and captures Greg. He whisks him back to his home and puts him on an erotic torture rack for a hot One Night Stand.
Arda Okyu, a prince from the planet Ghod ZoHepez visits earthling, Greg Hanson in dreams. Arda plans to go to him in the flesh, capture him and whisk him to his land, Dezcartia. Greg’s housemate hears Greg talking to someone, and questions Greg who is also mystified by the nocturnal guest.
After discussing it with his cohorts, they try to dissuade him fail. The group that took Ghod ZoHepez hostage forbids Dezcartians from sexually mixing with earthlings. The Uba Thaph are evil bullies, but Arda refuses to be pushed around, especially by them. He aches to risk his life to have one hot session with Greg.
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Greg's heart trembled. What does an otherworldly being do during sex? Is it the same as an earthly man would do? His cock stirred to life as he lay back enjoying Arda’s intimate touches. The hair stood up on the back of his neck as he allowed Arda to feel and massage his thick length through the fabric of his jeans. Surely our sex is the same.
Arda’s deeds and ideas fed new desires that he had not yet pondered. He remembered that television psychic's warning: when other-worldly entities are in a transparent state they are not harmful. You couldn’t call anything happening now transparent.
“This is making me nervous.”
“Take another drag.”
After sucking in another couple of hits of marijuana, Greg mellowed out. Their lips met; deep, passionate kisses followed.
When their lips parted Arda whispered, "You'll appreciate tonight. You'll see." He touched Greg's shirt and drew his finger down his forearm. That feels nice. "I want to seduce you.”
No kidding. “I realize this. But first, I want to get to know you."
"What do you want to know?"
"Anything...just talk to me."
He shot Greg a bewildered glance and shrugged. "I'm just like you. Well, almost. I enjoy good food, mostly earth food...Italian...some Chinese. But I also enjoy food from other planets…like Klingdon cuisine. Occasionally I drink a glass of fine earth wine." He raised his glass in a wordless toast. "I have all the emotions you humans experience. I have many enjoyments and many dislikes. I like to play the piano and I can sing. I like to paint nudes in oils and belly dance."
"Art?" He is toying with me...lying maybe. Greg shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"We have things in common, don't we? Actually, if you got to know me better, you'd find we have a lot in common. Unfortunately, we don't have time to form a relationship."
He slipped his hand around Arda’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. When their lips parted he murmured, "Tell me about your being a Demi-Lord," wanting to get to know the situation better.
"I'm royalty of Dezcartia of Ghod ZoHepez. I'm in line to take the throne and rule with the Uba Thaph, which is much like the Congress that you know. I'm risking all that and death to be with you because I'm not to mix with anyone, except the servants the Uba Thaph provides."
"That's not fair."
"No, it's not."
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right.” He paused in thoughtful silence, then added, "There's not enough time, Greg, to tell you all of it. I'm sorry."
"You're risking death to be with me?" He's totally obsessed! I'm impressed with his defiance.
"You're going to be my sexual entertainment for this evening. You'll love it. It’ll be different for you." He raised a hand. "Usba Echu? Come here. It's time to prepare Greg for the rack."
While the servant stood nearby, Arda’s eyes elevated and lazed over the lowest point of the V in Greg's shirt, where a few sprigs of chest hair showed. Taunting Greg, Arda fingered his own sex through his clothing, running a finger up and down the outline of his bulge and down the left leg of his pants, showing Greg his formidable length, maybe ten inches or so. On second thought, maybe I’m the obsessed one.
He switched his attention to Greg's crotch and took his hand off his own pants, reached over and brought Greg's hand into his lap.
Feeling him for himself, Greg relished the intimate touches that he gave to Arda’s cock, even though it was through fabric. Arda’s member pulsed under his pressing and plying palms and fingers. Greg began squeezing it gently, causing Arda to squirm and moan as he lay back, his eyes closed. Greg felt the old familiar, hard pang of his own erection; he teased him until his organ engorged and ached.
"You have no idea what you do to me, love. All night I've been half-hard in anticipation of this intimacy. Sweet, blissful agony." An appreciative gaze twinkled in his eyes. "Let's get undressed and go to the shower," Arda urged. “There’s more to come. Much more.”
"What will you do to me?"
"You'll see, my precious."
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Author Bio: Meredith lives in the Midwest U.S.A. with her small family. On most days she writes erotica and erotic-romance. On occasion, she paints pictures, sews and enjoys cooking.
