Arousal

It’s just any other ordinary day… or rather, night. Or so, I think until a few hours later. I am walking on the sidewalk when my mother who’s staying at home in Jackson, Mississippi, rings to talk to me. “Hi, Mom. Yes, I’m on my way to my apartment right now. Don’t worry. Chicago is not that bad. I’m always safe even though I walk home every night. It’s not too far away from the restaurant. Just a couple blocks away, you know that.” I try to assure her as I glance at my wristwatch. It’s already eleven-thirty in the evening. We usually close at two in the morning at the restaurant but my shift is over at eleven. Another chef takes over from then on. But I’ve had some things to finish up before I left. So, I’m a bit late at going home tonight than usual. “There are bad people everywhere, Emma. Remember that. You just have to be always alert. Okay? All the time!” my Mom nags. I look at a drunk driver that is currently being arrested by the police. “Yeah. Yeah. I hear you, Mom,” I say while rolling my eyes. Then, I dodge just in time when a couple of black kids zoom on their skateboards, having fun during this hour. They will be somewhere in the neighborhood showing off their tricks. “Alright. Goodnight! I love you!” I hear my mom bids her goodbye. “I love you, too, Mom! Send my love to Dad, too.” I smile when I hear her noisy kisses on the phone. I almost giggle. Nonetheless, it has left a smile on my face. I drop a few a coins for a homeless white guy in his middle age before I pass by him. He thanks me with grateful eyes and I just wave my hand and continue to walk toward my apartment building. In truth, Chicago can be quite a dangerous place for different reasons. As it is, people continue to make bad decisions. So one bad reason is drunk driving, which takes a lot of people’s lives every year. Tragic accidents occur because of this. Sometimes, I even spot drunk drivers because they either weave through multi-lanes of traffic or nearly collide with a curb or other vehicle or even stationary object, they swerve, tailgate or drive on the wrong side of the road. It’s really scary. But then somehow, I’ve gotten used to all of it. This is Chicago. I’ve been here for a couple of months now. My dream as a chef at a well-known restaurant came true. So I can’t really complain about my life now. At the age of twenty-five, I can say I’ve found a stable job that I love so much. In the past, before I landed on this job, I’ve been in between jobs. So I have even volunteered to teach English in Asia, specifically in Thailand, for two years. It’s been quite enriching and fun for a while. I’ve been able to contribute to the society, enjoy the beach and in return acquire some skills set. I continue to walk. A few minutes later, I enter my apartment building and go up by the use of the elevator. My apartment is on the topmost floor of the building. I love it because I can see the panorama from my window. The skyline at night with the panoramic views of the skyscrapers’ lights is just breathtaking. It is like a dark cushion filled with different and colorful gems of red, yellow, orange, pink, green and blue. I don’t get tired of it! I look at it tonight when I finished changing into my negligee. I have decided to draw the white heavy curtain close when I thought it is already time for me to go to bed. But just when I am about to do it, I see an impossibly glaring light that goes through the glass window. I raise my arm to cover my eyes, due to its blinding light. Maybe it’s just some helicopter patrolling. So, I continue to close the curtain and climb to bed. I notice that the light is nowhere to be seen now. Just when I thought I’ve already dozed off, I suddenly feel some kind of weird presence in my room. I’m trying my best to scream when I saw these five seemingly transparent and blue people. They seem to glimmer in the dark and they surround my bed! There’s no sound that escapes from my throat and lips when I screamed. I don’t know why. And I’m panicking! My heart is beating so fast and I have the urge to scamper away. However, I cannot even move an inch! Then the one in the middle, at the foot of my bed, gestures to the others with one hand. Each of the ones on either side of me holds me by the hand and leg. The four blue people effortlessly carry me toward the balcony of my apartment, which has a door through my room, and there, a blinding light suddenly appears and just sucks us upward. I feel like I am dreaming. Yes, I think this is just a dream. There’s no way blue people exist on Earth. And certainly, there’s no way that I’m just being suck by a light together with my blue abductors. Oh, come on, Emma! Wake up! This is just a dream! I thrash around but the blue people just won’t release me until we enter into a seemingly three by five meter-room with gleaming silver color all around it. It looks very high-tech. Just like in the movies. There’s a big enough bed and a sealed room next to it, which I discovered later on as a bathroom. The entire place is spotless and has a certain sweet-smelling scent that is kind of relaxing. It’s weird. After shoving me to the bed, which is covered in white, soft and comfy, the blue people just stare at me. Then, the fifth one, who’s been at the foot of my bed earlier, appears. His steps were light and soundless. Now, I notice that he’s more noticeable than the others. Although all of them have this kind of overall blue uniform, his is different on the collar. It has a silver stripe, whereas the others, they simply have plain blue. “I’m Bryq’ent. You’re on my ship and you are now mine,” he stated nonchalantly. My jaw drops and my eyes grow wide. What does he mean by that? What ship? And why is his name so weird? “Are you kidding me? Nobody owns people!” I counter with my chin up. My naked breasts poked against the thin fabric I’m wearing as I breathe heavily. His eyes fall to stare at my see-through clothing. Heat rushes to my face and I cross my arms to hide my breasts from his heated eyes. I see him signal the rest of his crew to go out. I must panic now. But then, why do I suddenly feel excited? My throat goes dry and I try to swallow. I continue to glare at him when we were left alone. The door behind him just automatically opens and closes, I notice. I go around him to try it. But nothing happens. It doesn’t open! Damn it! He slowly turns around to watch my face intently. His eyes are violet with discernible green hue, I notice. They are quite fascinating. I’ve never seen eyes like his. His nose is prominent, with not so high bridge. His eyebrows are a thin line but well-formed. His cheekbones are a bit high. His ears are weirdly almost flat. Then my eyes focus on his lips that are light blue and they somehow look sensual. Overall, I can say that for a humanoid blue alien, he’s the handsomest. As I scrutinize his every feature, I notice that his eyes also intently study mine. I clear my throat as I feel myself blush. “Your cheeks are pink,” he says as a matter of factly. I ignore it, even my fast-beating heart. “Why am I here? I’m just dreaming of you, right? This is not real. All this is not real! Right?” He simply looks at me. Stoically. “Hey, Bryq’ent… or whatever your name is. Why don’t you answer me?” I flick my fingers before his face. He catches my hand and he pushes me to the wall, none so gently. My back slightly bumps against it but I don’t feel pain. I gasp. My breath suddenly feels shallow and quick when I felt his touch. And besides, I clearly catch a whiff of his unique scent that seems to awaken that every sense I own. Yes, he stirs my senses in such a way that I’ve never felt before. Oh, God! This is so weird and creepy! I must have lost my marbles! “You are not dreaming. Everything right here is real. So, just keep quiet here in your room until I know and decide what to do with you.” His warm breath fans my face. And what the hell? His breath does not smell bad either. In fact, what I smell as his unique scent also comes out from his breath. It’s just oddly weird, exciting and curious. I blink, trying to process his every word. I’m not dreaming he says? Oh, my God! So what is this? Am I really abducted? By this humanoid alien? Aliens are real after all? My mind is reeling suddenly. I feel the room waver for a moment. I feel like I’m gonna bomb all those bastards who said that aliens aren’t real! I might’ve been prepared if they did tell the truth! Urgh! But I suddenly feel helpless and weak. Before I blacked out, I feel his strong and lean arms catch me before I hit the floor. The next thing I feel, hear and see is nothingness.   I don’t know how long I’ve been out. When I opened my eyes, I see Bryq’ent with a couple of blue people. Okay, aliens. They’re not people. I keep reminding myself. I am thinking now how to change these aliens’ minds to return me to my Chicago apartment. In a small window of the room, I can see the dark space and a tiny speck of object. Instinctively, I know it’s Earth. “Please, let me go home.” I begin to cry as I begged Bryq’ent. I even kneel down in the middle of the bed. “My parents will be so worried if they found out I’m gone.” My hands are clasped together like in a prayer. Yeah, sorta praying to him. I see the two aliens turn to look at Bryq’ent. It seems they talk to him telepathically. When Bryq’ent turns to look at me, I swallow the lump in my throat. “I-I can do something for you—” I can’t even finish the sentence. Bryq’ent just slightly nods his head and he has his men rip off my clothing. After this, they just left with Bryq’ent studying my almost naked body. I have only my panties left. With a smooth gesture of his hands, his overall uniform is shed off from his body and his shoes follow suit. I stare at him with amazement. I even forget that I was crying! I could feel my tears drying up on my face. I think I can’t believe that aliens do have c**k and balls as well. Of course, just like as the rest of his body color, they are blue. They even look… phenomenal! Oh, my God! What am I even thinking now? I see the little smirk play on his lips. I blink once or twice. Am I just imagining it or what? Does Bryq’ent actually sneer at me right now? My heart races when he starts to move toward me. I barely realize that I am now sitting on my butt and my hands lean on the bed—like I’m seductively waiting for him, deliberately. Our eyes lock for quite a long time. My gray eyes seem to be captivated by his violet globes. I can’t just look away, as he crawls toward me slowly. “Lie down, Emma,” he softly commands. I feel like a slave who does as my master says. And the heck? He knows my name! Okay, maybe he can read my mind. Oh, my God! He can read my mind, too? He now looks at me with amusement in his eyes. Damn it! Definitely! He can read my mind! I nervously run my tongue on my lips. I can’t stop my heart from beating so fast. And I can’t also stop myself from feeling so excited when I take another glimpse of his erection. He’s unearthly huge! Maybe pun intended. He traps my body by planting his knees and legs on either side of my hips and his hands are on either side of my head, as he looks down on me. “You are oddly beautiful in my eyes, Emma,” he whispers, while his eyes look at mine with fascination. Clearly. “Both body and soul.” I swallow hard. I can’t form any words in my mouth right now. It’s like all the alphabets escaped from me. Then, he bends his head, and at the same time, he rips my panties to not get in the way between our bodies. It is just effortless for him to do it. I bite my lower lip at the sound of ripping cloth and a bit of sharp pain it sends to my body. I’ve never felt so vulnerable in my life before as I lay there naked. Until now. But unbelievably, I feel my excitement heighten by the second instead of fear crawling in my chest. He lowers still his head to capture my lips. I can taste all the sweetness that I can name in the world. Sugar, honey, chocolate, syrup—everything! In just one kiss! I feel heady as he continues to kiss my lips. I even let out a sweet feminine moan, which I almost didn’t recognize as my own. Bryq’ent begins to move his c**k over my abdomen as he kisses me. It’s like he’s plowing there. My hands start to move on their own accord and touch his well-muscled chest. His skin feels so smooth under my touch… and warm. Deliciously warm, in fact. I hear his low moan, which surprises me a bit. It sounds so sexy—something I’ve never heard ever in my entire life! His one hand catches a handful of my shoulder-length curly brown hair as he roughly kisses me. His tongue darts into my mouth to explore it even more. I feel like I’m drowning in sweetness at the moment. Plus, his c**k now delightfully teases the folds of my mound. My one hand reaches out to touch his massive c**k. My fingers can’t make a full circumference of it because of its thickness. So, I just stroke it, including his balls. They feel so good in my hand. And I oddly feel powerful when I hear him make a slow groan of delight because my touch. I continue to stroke him then as he continues to kiss my mouth. With one move of his knee, my thighs part. Then, he positions himself in the middle. He catches a hold of my hand that is stroking his c**k and holds it together with my other hand, pinning them over my head. Simultaneously, he slides his c**k into the depths of my folds. Inch by inch, he enters—very snugly—that he even grunts. Oh, God! I scream like I’ve never done before. Even when compared to the moment I’ve been abducted by his men. But this time, he lets me do it without silencing my scream. He looks at me with wonderment as my body arches and writhes beneath his. He moves in a rhythmic way like in a dance, circling his hips. Oh, f*****g hell! How can he make me feel like this? It’s just f*****g awesome! He continues to do so before he poises to thrust deeply into my body. I feel his c**k seem to reach the very edge of my depth and a master of G-spot, touching it everytime. My body convulses with such pleasure and my eyes roll up. I can’t help but moan again. Suddenly, he rolls on his back and I’m on top of him. He lets go of my two hands so his other hand can hold and press them both behind me as he lets me ride him. The other hand that’s free now is touching my breasts, pinching each n****e hard. I can’t stop letting out a series of moans as he guides my every move with the thrust of his hips. He takes a hold of one of my breasts. I look into his eyes that now seem to turn into purple because of desire. Fascinating indeed! His breathing becomes ragged like mine. I can’t hold it anymore. My body just can’t. I gasp and groan as I let my liquid flow in a rush that seems to send my body in convulsions. With this, I can also feel his hot liquid spurt right inside of me. It’s very vivid. I really feel it inside me, which seems to run throughout my body. I’m not sure if it’s my own happy hormones but I just feel so happy right now—in this aftermath. He pulls me by the neck and gives me that literally sweet kiss that makes me swoon.   After that intimate scene between me and Bryq’ent, I’ve never seen him for three days—I assume. Now, I am wondering what fate will be waiting for me, as I look out from the window in my very comfortable cell room. Earth looks so small from here, I think, as I stare out at the tiny little dot that’s my home planet. At first, I feel so sad and guilty for being here on this spaceship, because my parents are back there. But now I feel different. It feels different. I think I’ve just stopped feeling too sad about my capture. Maybe it’s because of Bryq’ent… in some way. Or maybe it’s because I just surrendered to my destiny—whatsoever it is. However, I can’t help but wonder about my parents and what will happen to me next. Will I still live after this? Will I be happy or sad? I suddenly feel dejected. Sure, being stuck in this tiny cell on a ship that flies through the universe at warp speed just isn’t that bad and is actually exciting. However, my thoughts keep going back to Bryq’ent and that moment when we became one. Some hours later, Bryq’ent stops by my cell and personally gives me some new clothes and food. The clothes are not like any other found on Earth. The fabric is softer and smoother than silk and it just clings to me like a natural second skin. “What are you planning to do with me?” I query softly, trying to hold his eyes. But he looks away. “Just be quiet,” he drawls in that deep and sexy voice of his. I sigh and sit on my bed. “Fine,” I answer while my mind drifts again to our intimate moments when he was with me last, in this very cell room I'm in. “Emma, stop doing that!” He clenches his jaw. It's the first time I make him angry. “What am I doing?” I ask innocently with a little shrug of my shoulders. He exasperatedly sighs. “What you think is what you make me feel.” I blink with both curiosity and confusion. “Oh, I make you feel because I'm thinking?” Then, I laugh without mirth. He grits his teeth. “I can't sleep because you keep making me feel that!” “You mean... when I think about our... our s*x?” “If that's what you call it, yes.” I look at him suspiciously. “What if I can't stop thinking about it and... and I’m making you feel it? What will happen?” “Stop asking, okay?” he snaps. “I want to know what will happen! It's not like—” I stop at midsentence when he pulls me to my feet and gives me a very hot and sweet kiss. My eyes bulge because of it. I haven't expected him to do that. “Quiet, okay? I'll come back later.” With that, he slowly lets me go as I slightly nod at him. He caresses my face before he turned away. I'm not sure if he's telling me the truth or not but that unexpected, hot and sweet kiss is just something that makes my heart melt away. But what does he mean he can't sleep because he feels what I think? I cup my mouth. Oh, God! Does he... does he think that because I keep recalling our s****l intercourse and he feels like doing it again? My heart is ecstatic—weirdly. My throat suddenly feels dry, with excitement. But I'm not sure if this is right. I still have a lot of questions I want to ask him. His later comes at last. I don't know how many hours or even days have passed by but he finally comes. “Bryq’ent, can you tell me what's happened after you abducted me from my home planet?” I seriously ask him the very first one that comes to my mind. Well, aside from whether or not we're going to do it again. “You don't exist there anymore, Emma.” And I've been thinking that he'll say something else! You know, like “There's nothing you can do about it. You're here now with us.” Or, he might say something like “You're lucky you're here because Earth will be destroyed in no time.” “What do you mean I don't exist there anymore? Can you... please... elaborate on that?” I try to sound calm even though that's far from what I'm feeling right now, with all the confusion and other emotions that are all mixed up inside my chest. I can't even stop to contemplate what they really are. “Your parents don't remember they ever had you.” I blink, analyzing what he's just said. “What? You erased me from their memories?” “More like I altered their memories so you don't exist,” he corrects. I suddenly feel violent. I attempt to punch him in the face but he is fast and catches my fists. He instead tightly holds my two hands with only one of his. His eyes probe into mine like never before. “Settle down, Emma. I don't want you or the baby hurt.” I freeze at his words. What on Earth is he saying about me and the baby? I look at him with bafflement. “What did you say, Bryq’ent? Did I just hear you right?” My hands automatically hold my stomach. He blinks for a moment. “Yes.” I try to get away from him and sob. “You... you aliens just use us humans to make babies!” I accuse him, pointing a finger at him. He does not even try to deny it. He just looks at me now with tender eyes. “What's next when I deliver this baby, huh? You're going to kill me? And how many are we exactly on this ship? How many of us have you made babies with?” I angrily confront him. Right this moment, I really want to slap and kick him. But I know it will all be for naught. So I just stay still from where I stood, tears streaming down my cheeks. “What are you talking about how many you are?” he asks with genuine confusion. “You aliens either abduct humans for experiments or for breeding purposes! Isn't it? So, it's not only me you've abducted and it's not only me, a human, who's on this ship!” “My race doesn't do that. The Grays, the Reptilians... they do. Yes. But we Arcturians don't do that as you put it. As a matter of fact, we are peaceful beings and we've been guarding your planet since the beginning of time.” “What? Are you serious?” My tears suddenly stop pouring. “Arcturians don't joke.” Well, in a way, that makes sense. He seldom smiles or makes a sneer and he rarely gives me an amused smile. Talk about a serious face. That’s him. “So… why am I exactly here?” I ask with a forceful tone. I want to know the reason now if I can have it—well, while we're at it. “Just tell me, Bryq’ent!” My jaw clenches and I stomp my foot. “I'll tell you when I think it's the right time.” I frown at him. Suddenly, our lovemaking flashes through my mind and I find him grit his teeth. “Emma,” he says with a warning tone. I look away and instead think about the baby inside me. I absently caress my still flat abdomen, trying to imagine how our baby would look like after I deliver it. Somehow, I feel excited to see how it will look like. Will it have his beautiful eyes and skin or just like mine? Will it be a boy or a girl? “You'll not deliver the baby in nine months, Emma,” he informs me. I turn to look at him. “What? What are you saying?” “In a few days, we'll extract the baby from you. That way, you and the baby will be safe.” I protectively put my hands over my abdomen. “The baby won't live if you take it out! It'll be like abortion!” I almost scream at him, pointing it out. “You don't understand. Both your lives will be in danger if we don't separate you from our baby,” he tries to explain in the plainest way possible. His eyes hold mine. “You seem to have done this before. Are you still denying the fact that you abduct women on Earth to breed if not to experiment on them? On me?” He now looks annoyed. He lets out a sight. “I'll explain further later on. I'm needed at the bridge.” With that, he turns on his heels and leaves me alone. Once again. Oh, well… I should get used to it! But I feel like I’m just being abandoned. And it hurts! I sit on my bed and ponder about my future with a baby. This half-alien baby. Some time later, I'm not sure if it's already the time but Bryq’ent and a couple of his men usher me out of my cell room for the first time I've been on board the ship. It's my first time to have a tour-like walk on the ship. It's really huge and I don't even feel like it's flying. It's like I'm still on Earth and just having a stroll and take in to the beauty of everything around me. I finally understand that the doors and other things work around here because of their DNA. But even though I have a part of that DNA because of the baby, those things still don't work for me. Maybe there's something else aside from DNA or that it's because my baby is half-human. They let me lie down in a comfortable bed and then Bryq’ent holds my hand before one of his men injects something into my neck. With that, I see the blackness surround me once more.   I wake up a little later, a bit disoriented. Next to me, on the left, there's a small glass-like case with a newly born baby. His skin is blue like my alien lover. In confusion though, my eyes try to locate Bryq’ent and he's just standing on the opposite side. “The very reason that our baby should be separated from you as soon as it is the right time,” he tells me. But I still look at him with confusion. “Arcturian babies grow faster than any other race. It's because of our nature and our purpose.” “I still don't get it,” I say miserably. “You're the only human aboard this ship. I'm the captain. I've been watching Earth for thousands of years with my men, and when I found you, I just can't let your life pass me by, Emma. I have to have you.” His eyes gently caress my face while his hand seeks mine, pressing it gently. “What?” I’m surprised by this revelation. “Arcturians do not mate... or have s*x, as you put it. We mainly breed through telepathy with our female counterparts who stay on our home planet Arcturus.” My jaw drops at that information he unveiled. That's actually insane! How can they breed telepathically? “Our spirits work like we work in our physical plane. That's how powerful our race is. So we don't need to abduct human women or experiment on them. We know exactly what and how everything works. But we've never had a human mate, especially me. Until now. Until you.” I swallow hard. I do believe him when he explains it like this, with gentle eyes and hand that strokes mine ever so gently. Almost… loving. It’s really refreshing and nice, which gives warmth to my heart. I pull him close to me and I hear him gasp. “Bryq’ent, you should've told me everything from the start.” “You'll freak out,” he whispers. I slowly smile at him naughtily. “Bryq’ent, do you feel what I'm thinking now?” He closes his eyes with a sigh. “You're such a tease!” Then, his lips descend to give me that mind-blowing kiss. My arms wind around his neck. “Remind me to ask you how you exactly guard Earth,” I whisper in between kisses. He grunts, tears my clothes apart and sees me naked. He lets out a low moan and sheds his own uniform. Once again, this blue alien gives more than what my body craves when it comes to his c**k. “You should know by now that I’ve already owned your heart, Arcturian,” I whisper in between kisses. “I feel what you feel, Emma,” he whispers back and nibbles my ear. I sigh in contentment. It doesn’t matter whether I’m on Earth or on a spaceship but I have my own family now. And for that, I taste what bliss is!     The end