Authors: Jade Allen
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
who
—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
were
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
you
?”
“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 awhile...at 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
you
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.