Alien Breeder Girl

Chapter One

 

Ilona wasn’t the type of girl to go out and pick up random guys at a bar. She was the sort of girl to go the library on a Friday night to listen to an author read from her last novel or go to spend the night online chatting with friends a world away. It wasn’t an exciting life, but it was hers, away from her family who had spent most of her formative years telling her she was worthless, useless, and would never amount to anything. It was her life and she was happy in her small apartment.

How dangerous could it be to go to the city’s central library and listen to a reading? She’d done it a hundred times before and the people there were very nice. She wasn’t particularly interested in tonight’s reading, but she didn’t want to be home. Expecting to meet someone at the library and then go home with them simply wasn’t her mindset. It didn’t happen.

“What’s your name?” he asked after the reading was done. There were maybe thirty people in the room that were now enjoying the bland punch and cookies that always accompanied any reading in the community room.

The stranger had sat two chairs over from her. He seemed nice enough when he smiled at her but also seemed a little…off. That was common in the library, the outliers of society often showed up there.

“Ilona.”

“Pretty name. I’m Enzor.”

“That’s…” she trailed off.

He bobbed his head. “I know. Odd. Weird. It’s a family name.”

“Oh.” She didn’t know what else to say. The book reading had been dull and now she was eager to go home.

“Can I interest you in some more punch?” he asked.

“No thanks,” she tried to brush him off.

“Something stronger?” He tried to grin at her but it came off a little creepy.

“Um…I really don’t drink alcohol. Much.”

“Much?”

“I don’t go out drinking. I might have little wine with dinner now and then.”

“I see. But then how will I get you drunk and into my bed?” he asked.

The tone and his inflection made her burst out laughing. “Maybe you should just ask me and see if I’m interested.”

“Oh. Okay then. Would you like to go back to my place for some sex?”

He was so earnest in his request she laughed again…and then realized she was actually considering his offer. “You’ll have to sweeten the deal,” she told him.

A quick glance around the room gave him some disappointment. “I don’t see any sugar or artificial sweetener around. Perhaps I can find something at my place that would interest you.”

She laughed again. “You’re really intent on getting me into bed,” she said, bemused. “It’s unlikely to happen.”

With a perfectly sincere smile he suddenly, but gently, grabbed her hand and said, “I think it will.” He was a bit of a geek: glasses, mussed and thinning hair, slight build, and unfashionable clothing. He looked so harmless. And he probably was.

Her heart started to tell her things that her mind wanted to override. But then other bits of her anatomy started arguing with her brain as well.

“Maybe my place,” she heard herself saying.

 

As it turned out Ilona didn’t need any alcohol to get naked with Enzor, just his presence was intoxicating enough. As that thought ran through her head she found herself desperately kissing him in the middle of her kitchen. There wasn’t any one thing she could cite as the reason she wanted to fuck him, but together everything about him was enough for Ilona to set aside her usual staid demeanor and tell herself sex with this near-stranger was the right thing right now.

After just a few minutes of kissing Ilona sank to her knees and pulled at Enzor’s belt. He didn’t resist, nor did he help. He watched. Once she had yanked down his pants all the while thinking back to her only slightly wild sophomore year in college. That was the last time she had knelt on the floor to give a guy a blowjob, although back then she had been intent that it would—and did—end at the blowjob stage. Tonight she was certain she was going to take Enzor’s cock into her pussy regardless of what else might happen.

In the half-light that was streaming in from the living room she didn’t get a good look at his manhood—she had come into the kitchen to get glasses of water for them both and he followed her in; she couldn’t say why that moment struck her as the right one to kiss him—but once in went into her mouth it felt right. It felt perfect.

He was a bit soft at first—maybe he was nervous—but it took Enzor no time at all to get nice and hard and wet in her mouth. She looked up at him from her subservient position on the floor. His eyes were flashing with lust but he stared down at her with an almost blank expression on his face. Everything was in his eyes.

“Do you want to have sex?” she asked him.

“Isn’t that why we came here?” he replied as she stroked her hand along his length. It had been too long since she had last been with a man. His cock felt different to her hand than her last boyfriend. Firmer. And there seemed to be more pulsing, more need flowing under the skin. But then again every man was different, so why should Enzor be the same as Mort? Different was good.

“Yeah…want to do it here on the floor or in my bed?” she asked with a silly grin on her face.

“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable on the bed?” he asked. “At least, that’s what I understand what women like.”

She almost laughed at him again. He was a little too sincere. That was actually nice. She had been hit on in the most embarrassing locations by guys a little too self-assured and full of themselves. It’s not that she didn’t want male attention, but it came at the wrong times, the wrong location, the wrong manner, and the wrong men who saw a somewhat mousey and quiet girl as an easy conquest.

If anything Ilona was not an easy conquest.

“Yes, the bed would be more comfortable,” she half-laughed. “Come along.” She hopped up and started walking out the kitchen door. Enzor started to follow, noted his pants were around his ankles with his shoes on. It was a long bemused moment as Ilona watched him struggle with his pants and shoes. Eventually he managed to pull them back into position, but he didn’t bother with zipping or buttoning.