Waves of light flittered through my closed lids. Opening them, I reached up to grab whatever floated above me. Nothing. Just the sun shining through the glass roof. Stationary.
Had I imagined the movement? I glanced around, searching for a possible source. Maybe a bird flew over and cast a shadow through the glass.
No one remained in the igloo with me. Not even Alek, his side of the bed cold. He must have left after I’d drifted off. Yet there wasn’t an indent from his head on the pillow beside me and the chain was pulled across the door. Not possible without someone having locked it from the inside. What the hell?
I checked the entire igloo—which took all of one minute—just to be sure Alek wasn’t tucked away somewhere, though hard to do with his size, for sure.
Nope, completely alone. Something weird is going on.
An aura appeared to my left. Hovering over the bed like a cloud of multi-colored sparkles, each one reflecting the sun. I rushed toward it, trying to grasp a piece of the translucent object. But my hand slid straight through, only a slight difference in temperature indicating something did float there. Warmer, as if some kind of being perhaps.
I stared at the form, and it remained still, but I had the peculiar sensation it examined me, too. A tingling of familiarity traveled through me, as if I’d encountered the strange entity before. Though I’m sure I would have remembered.
The light circled around me. Slow. Its warmth penetrated my skin.
I shouldn’t have been so curious, should have screamed from the touch of the strange encounter, but I couldn’t help myself. It brushed against my nipples, sending a rush of desire to my belly. A moan escaped my lips. The thing was more than just lights. It’s alive.
With the strength of a human hand, the energy pushed me down to the bed. Nearing, it covered me with a heavier force than I expected.
I drew a quick breath. “Please, whatever you are, don’t hurt me.”
The weight lessened, yet some force probed between my legs, touching here and there, but nothing more, as if waiting for a response from me. I had no idea what it wanted. Was it sexual, or just curious?
The energy switched its focus, stroking my temples, my neck, brushing across my lips. So very gentle, replacing my unease with a sense of calm. It doesn’t want to hurt me. If it did, it would have by now.
My own inquisitiveness got the better of me, and I spread my legs farther.
The life form returned its attention to my pussy. With gentle ministrations, it caressed my labia then focused on my clit. My pulse spiked. Sexual, definitely sexual.
I lay at the mercy of this unknown life form, never more vulnerable in my life. And my hunger drove away any lingering fear.
A hard energy drove into me. I had no idea how it made contact with me when every time I tried to hold onto it, my hand slipped right through. But what felt like an obvious erection swelled inside me and I rocked to take it all in.
Full. I’d never fell so complete, almost ready to burst. Even Goliath didn’t measure up. The sensation spread beyond my hypersensitive inner walls, the life form penetrating by mind, my very soul. It read my thoughts, my fears and dreams. In a matter of minutes, it knew everything about me.
A sweet invasion.
The being changed shape to resemble something more humanoid. Yet, it still flickered above me. A man-shaped cloud of lights. And deep inside my pussy.
Withdrawing its internal probe, the creature rocked above me, pumping it in and out like a cock, the tip hitting my G-spot every time.
My nerves buzzed. How did something with no solid form provide so much pleasure? Still unable to hold it, I gripped the bed sheets instead and enjoyed everything the life form gave. Heat balled in my belly, raging straight through each limb. A heartbeat later, I detonated, shock waves from the orgasm rocking me. The ecstasy continued, pulsing along my muscles.
Needing some contact, I reached out to hold the form again, and touched something solid. A body, not a combination of lights and air. Soft skin grazed across my lips in a kiss.
Flicking open my lids, I gazed into the eyes of a man I’d met two days earlier. I gasped. “Erich?”
The figure disappeared, returning to its previous shapeless aura and flew straight up. Right through the glass with a burst of light. Sparks rained over me, but the being—whatever it was—had vanished. Had that really been Erich? It would explain his strange behavior. And he would have learned of my desire for him when he invaded my mind. He’d know what I did with his brother. Yet, that hadn’t stopped him.
I touched my lips, remembering the kiss. So gentle. Running my hands across the sheets, I searched for some evidence Erich had been there. In my bed. Inside me. But there was nothing. No proof of Erich or anything else. Nothing but my stretched pussy drenched in my own juices. Had I imagined the entire encounter? Just as I’d imagined Alek? I don’t think so.
Anxious for answers, I dressed, needing to find Erich. But first, I would visit the sauna for a shower. Regardless of the recent encounter, I didn’t want to confront the Nordic hunk covered in the scent of sweat and sex.
About the author
I’m happily married with a naughty imagination. Sometimes all it takes is a whispered word or a sexy picture to inspire my next tale. My erotica stories may be contemporary, sci-fi, or paranormal, but all of them will leave you wet and panting for more.
Be sure to check out my alter ego Jessica E. Subject.
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