It was a normal, perhaps even boring, Wednesday night. Ethan was lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone. Like any average human male in his early twenties, he was looking for something exciting to help him jerk off. For some reason, nothing was catching his attention… he’d already jerked off hundreds of times to the typical aggressive and punishing, jackrabbit sex involving a dominant man and a flimsy, submissive woman. Even though he was lazily stroking his cock, he barely had an erection and was about to turn off his phone and jump in the shower when he received a mysterious text.

Unknown: Good Evening, Master Ethan.

Who the fuck is this, he wondered. No one talks like that, so he figured it was probably some scam bot. But they knew his name… he considered maybe it was some girl he’d hooked up with before and never saved her number so maybe best to play it cool.

Ethan texted, “Heyyyy, what’s up?” The response was almost immediate. The message from the unknown texter instantly made him jump off his bed.

Unknown: My ship has landed about a half mile down the road from you. Please help me.

And then there was a pin dropped to the exact location.

This was obviously some sort of joke, his friends must be fucking with him, he thought. It was quite an elaborate hoax, but he was very curious what would be waiting for him at that location. He put on his running shoes, walked out the door and sprang to a light jog to find the pinned location.

As he neared the spot, something felt off. There was a light buzzing in the air, like a low hum and the hair on the back of his neck seemed to pull away from him. A slight shiver went down his spine and he decided to call the unknown texter and find out what this was all about. It was a warm evening but somehow this spot in the park seemed colder, maybe it was due to the thickness of the trees, but he just wanted to get out of there. When he called the number, he heard the ring of the other phone just a few feet ahead of him. As it kept ringing and he came closer, he noticed a pod, like the ones you see in sci-fi movies where people go into a cryogenic sleep. It was opened and sitting next to it was a woman. She was holding the phone.

Ethan was absolutely stupefied. He just stood there, unable to process what he was seeing and suddenly he heard her. But not exactly, she wasn’t speaking… She was looking at him, and he could hear her. “Master, don’t be afraid,” she said. He stepped back and mumbled out, “Lady, I don’t know who you think I am and I don’t know who you are, but you’ve got the wrong guy.” As she stood up, she maintained eye contact with Ethan and his mouth gaped open in awe as her body came into view. She was almost 6 feet tall with luscious flowing pink hair almost down to her ass, she was wearing a tight cropped shirt that barely held in her voluptuous breasts, it looked like a tattered shirt that was draped over a short skirt. The barely there fabric of her skirt ended at the tops of her thick and muscular thighs, and you could see that underneath her skirt she was wearing white panties. She walked toward him, her mouth closed, but he could hear the words in his head, “I’m going to walk toward you and I mean you no harm.” There was a tinge of panic that crept up Ethan’s spine, while at the same time, he could feel his cock slowly growing as she walked toward him and he could see more of her. Her face, olive skin, thick lips and almond eyes pierced through him as she arrived in front of him. Before Ethan could say anything, she dropped to her knees, grabbed his hips and nuzzled her head in between his legs. Her hair grazing his erection, she began speaking to him again, however she was doing it, without moving her lips.

“Master, I know this is strange and you are frightened. You don’t understand how I am speaking to you and you’re confused as to why I am calling you Master. My name is Sexina and I am a tribute sent from the people of my planet. I am to serve and obey you in the hope that you will help us. Our species is dying, we have been unable to procreate for many years. In exchange for my servitude, we ask only that you allow me to send back to my planet samples from your male species. It is the seed of our males which is no longer functional and perhaps that of yours can help keep our species alive.” (More in comments)