Euphoria - Erotic Short Stories

Nicky

The bedsheets twisted around my legs like stubborn vines, a testament to my restless night. Insomnia, my unwelcome summer guest, had returned. My plan to catch up on sleep during the break had been thwarted once again by my traitorous body. A sigh escaped my lips. At least I didn’t have to worry about dragging myself to school in the morning. Being a middle school teacher had its perks, and summer break was definitely one of them.

I loved the tranquillity of these months, but there were times when I missed the chaotic energy of my students. They kept my mind buzzing, like a hive of busy bees pollinating my thoughts. But when I wasn’t wrangling pre-teens, I could usually be found nose-deep in a book. As a certified bookworm, I devour stories like some people devoured chocolate – with shameless abandon.

Giving up on sleep, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, reaching down to ruffle the fur of my cat, Black. He grumbled in response, but I knew he secretly enjoyed the attention. Black was my furry confidant, a purring shadow who followed me through the quiet rooms of my old house. His name was a nod to his sleek ebony coat and his rather haughty demeanour. He was a persnickety little beast, but I loved him dearly.

Padding into the kitchen, I flicked on the kettle, craving the warmth of tea and the sweetness of a cookie. Not that I needed the extra calories, but a late-night snack seemed like the perfect antidote to my insomnia. While I waited for the water to boil, I glanced out the window, taking in the familiar sight of my backyard. It was a shadowy, overgrown tangle of trees and shrubs, a landscape that wouldn’t have been out of place in a Tim Burton film. Strange noises and even stranger shapes often emerged from its depths at night, but I found a peculiar comfort in its eerie beauty.

This secluded spot, far from the prying eyes and gossiping tongues of the town, was my sanctuary. Living in a small community meant everyone knew everyone else’s business, a suffocating reality I had escaped by retreating to this isolated haven. The trees whispered their secrets to me, the shadows danced in the moonlight, and I was finally free to be myself, away from the judgmental stares and whispers that haunted the streets of my town.

Their taunts and whispers still echoed in my ears, a constant reminder of the town’s animosity towards me. I didn’t particularly like humans, with their cruel judgments and narrow-minded views. They saw my solitary life, my weight, my thick-framed glasses, and immediately branded me as an outcast. I was used to their sneers and whispers, but it didn’t make the sting of their words any less painful.

Finishing my tea and grabbing a bag of ginger cookies, I started back towards my bedroom, seeking the comfort of my book-filled haven. But as I reached the hallway, a thunderous crash shattered the silence, followed by a high-pitched scream that tore from my own throat. I leaped back in fright, sending my cup of tea and cookies tumbling to the floor. The ceramic shattered, spewing its golden liquid across the wooden floorboards.

Heart pounding, I rushed to the nearest window, peering up at the night sky. A brilliant streak of light cut through the darkness, plunging into the forest behind my house. Fear mingled with curiosity as I tried to make sense of what I had just seen. Was it a meteor? An explosion? A plane crashing out of the sky?

There was only one way to find out.

A sharp pain in my foot brought my attention downward, revealing a trickle of blood oozing from a small cut. I ignored it, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I had to know what that light was and had to make sure no one was hurt.

I dashed down the hall to my bedroom, pulling a warm coat over my fluffy pink bunny pyjamas and shoving my feet into my boots. There was no time to search for socks. The rough material of the boots rubbed against the cut on my foot, but I barely registered the discomfort.

Back downstairs, I snatched a flashlight from a drawer filled with random knick-knacks and bolted out the back door, plunging headlong into the inky blackness of the woods. I ran as fast as my short, chubby legs would carry me, the flashlight beam bouncing erratically as I navigated the uneven terrain.

The deeper I ventured into the woods, the more my breath hitched in my chest. My near-sightedness made it difficult to see in the dim light. I slowed my pace, power walking instead of running. I reached into my coat pocket, fumbling for my phone. A wave of relief washed over me as my fingers closed around its smooth surface. I hadn’t forgotten it after all. If I needed to call for help, I could.

My pace slowed as I neared the crash site. It was far more extensive than I had imagined. Twisted metal wreckage jutted out at odd angles, surrounded by a swathe of fallen trees and churned-up earth. Whatever this thing was, it had come down hard. I took a deep breath, steeling myself to search for survivors.

But as I moved closer, a strange clicking sound reached my ears. It was unlike anything I had heard before, a rhythmic, metallic sound that seemed to echo through the stillness of the forest. My brow furrowed as I strained to pinpoint its source. The usual nighttime symphony of crickets and owls had fallen silent, replaced by an eerie hush. Even the animals seemed to sense an otherworldly presence, their instincts urging them to cower in fear.

I swept my flashlight beam across the trees, searching for the creature responsible for the sound. As I rounded a large chunk of metal, my steps faltered.

Something was moving in the distance. I crouched down, trying to make as little noise as possible as I crept closer. I assumed it was the injured animal, and I didn’t want to startle it. A wounded creature could be unpredictable, prone to lashing out in fear or pain.

But a nagging sense of unease prickled at the back of my mind. The forest felt unnaturally silent, as if the very trees were holding their breath. Still, I pressed on. I couldn’t turn my back on those who might be trapped in the wreckage. It was my duty to help, no matter how unnerving the situation became.

As I drew nearer, the shape in the distance moved again, turning towards me. I ducked behind a tree, my heart hammering in my chest. I quickly switched off my flashlight, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention. My hand fumbled in my pocket for my phone. It was time to call for help. I pressed my thumb against the screen to unlock it, but a curse escaped my lips when I saw there was no signal. That was strange. There was a cell tower not far from here.

I slipped the phone back into my pocket and risked another look in the direction of the moving shape.

What I saw made my blood run cold.

A towering figure emerged from behind a tree, its silhouette stark against the moonlit sky. It was humanoid in form, but far larger and more muscular than any human I had ever seen. Its skin glowed a deep crimson, and two sharp horns jutted from its head. It moved with an eerie grace; its movements almost hypnotic as it surveyed the damage to the aircraft.

When it turned its head towards me, my eyes widened in horror. Dread washed over me as I realised what I was looking at. This was no human, no creature of Earth.

My thoughts raced, grasping for a rational explanation. This had to be a prank, a cruel trick played by the townspeople who delighted in tormenting me. They wouldn’t hesitate to go to such lengths to make me look foolish, to make me seem crazy. But how could they possibly create something this large, this realistic? This wasn’t just a costume; this was a living, breathing being.

Alien.

It was an Alien.

It was massive. Easily eight feet tall, maybe more. The clicking sounds echoed again, and I realised they were coming from the creature itself. I sucked in a shaky breath, and it turned its head. Panic surged through me, and I shrank back behind the tree, clamping a hand over my mouth to stifle any sound.

But what was I thinking? This thing probably had the hearing of a bat on steroids. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying it hadn’t spotted me, hadn’t heard my terrified gasp. Running was out of the question. It was a muscled behemoth, and I was, well, a soft, squishy human. I’d read enough science fiction to know how this encounter would likely end if I tried to flee.

I was screwed.

I pinched my arm, hoping this was just a vivid nightmare, but the sharp sting of pain confirmed the horrifying reality of my situation.

I was very, very screwed.

As much as I wanted to get a better look at the creature, curiosity could get me killed. It would probably tear me to shreds the moment it laid eyes on me. But I couldn’t stay hidden behind this tree forever, waiting for it to find me. My hand clenched around the flashlight so tightly that my thumb accidentally flicked the switch, flooding the area with light. I yelped and dropped it, the beam illuminating the forest floor.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

I bent to retrieve it, but it was too late.

Click. Click. Click.

The eerie sound was right beside me now. I whipped around to face the source. A scream tore from my throat, raw and desperate. The alien towered over me, its head nearly scraping the tree branches above. I trembled uncontrollably, pressing my back against the tree, wishing I could melt into the bark, disappear from existence.

Its eyes glowed a bright cyan, with no pupils, no whites—just pure, otherworldly luminescence. It tilted its head, studying me with an unnervingly intelligent gaze. Two black horns, like a ram’s, protruded from its skull.

I was going to faint.

Then it opened its mouth, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. Another scream ripped from my throat, and the creature snapped its mouth shut. A wave of dizziness washed over me. This was it, my final moment. The alien took a step back, as if granting me a reprieve, and then it grinned, baring those terrifying teeth once more.

Don’t move. Don’t say a word. Just be still. Maybe it hasn’t seen you yet.

“You humans scare so easily,” his voice, a low rumble that reverberates through me, cuts through the silence. I freeze, heart pounding in my chest. Did he just... speak?

“What... the... hell?” I stammer, my voice barely a whisper.

He turns, a towering figure bathed in the ethereal glow of his ship, and stalks away, leaving me rooted to the spot. Aliens. Speaking English. What fresh hell is this?

I gather my wits and peek from behind the tree, studying the intricate markings that adorn his back. Curiosity wars with fear, but curiosity is winning. I have to know more.

Ignoring the little voice in my head that screams “Danger!“, I trail after him, drawn by an irresistible force. His physique is otherworldly – broad shoulders, corded muscles, and a rear end that could launch a thousand spaceships. A string around his waist hints at hidden delights, though I’m not sure I want to know more.

“You speak English,” I blurt out when he pauses by the ship, “how is that even possible?”

He continues fiddling with the ship’s controls, ignoring me as if I were a buzzing insect. I bristle, my confidence returning in a wave of indignation.

“I know you heard me,” I challenge, stepping closer. “You spoke back there.”

Nothing. He remains stubbornly silent, his broad back a wall of indifference. I reach out, my fingers brushing against his arm, half expecting him to vaporise me on the spot. Instead, he turns, his eyes like molten gold boring into mine.

“Perhaps you should leave, little one,” he purrs, his voice a dangerous caress. “Before you get hurt.”

“Not until you answer my question,” I retort, folding my arms defiantly.

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Such fire in one so small.” He reaches out, his hand engulfing my waist, and lifts me effortlessly into the air, holding me aloft like a child’s toy.

“Small,” he reiterates, his eyes glinting with amusement, before gently setting me back on my feet.

My throat feels like sandpaper. I can only stare as he turns back to his ship, muttering in an alien tongue.

“Name,” I manage to croak out. “What is your name?”

I take another step closer, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m Nicky.” I offer my hand, a gesture of peace, but he only glances at it dismissively.

“Do you have tools?” he asks, his voice impatient. “I have much to do.”

Anger flares within me. How dare he ignore my questions while demanding my help?

“Maybe,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “But first, you tell me your name.”

He doesn’t respond, simply turning and walking away. I follow, fuming, my short legs struggling to keep up with his impossibly long strides. One thing’s for sure: this alien is going to learn that Nicky isn’t someone to be trifled with.

A snort of air escaped his nostrils, “Ghax,” he growled over his shoulder, not even bothering to slow down. “Now show me this shed of yours. I’ve answered your question.”

My nipples harden and press against my bra. What the hell, Nicky. Pull yourself together.

I stumbled over a tree root, a sharp pain shooting through my knee as I hit the ground. “Damn it!” I hissed, trying to stand, but the pain was too intense. Blood welled up from the wound, and a nasty bruise was already forming.

Ghax turned back, muttering something about clumsy humans under his breath. Before I could protest, he scooped me up into his arms, cradling me against his warm, surprisingly solid chest. I glanced up at him, my cheeks flushing as his gaze remained fixed ahead.

“I can walk, you know,” I mumbled, trying to sound brave. “Besides, I might hurt you. I’m heavy.”

A deep chuckle rumbled through him, shaking my body against his. “Hardly,” he said, his voice a low purr that sent a shiver down my spine.

Was he... purring? It was an absurd thought, but the vibration against my cheek was unmistakable. I snuggled closer, unable to resist the warmth and the strange comfort it offered.

“You’re as light as a feather, little human,” he said, looking at me with those intense blue eyes.

I quickly averted my gaze, my heart racing. This was getting ridiculous. When we reached my house, I insisted he put me down, leading him towards the shed with a slight limp.

He paused at the entrance, then ducked his head to squeeze through the small opening. I followed him inside, the space feeling cramped and claustrophobic with his massive presence. He scanned the shelves, his brow furrowed as he selected a wrench.

“Why do you live alone?” he asked, his voice echoing in the small space. “Don’t humans prefer to live in groups?”

“I prefer my own company,” I replied, my chest tightening with a familiar anxiety. “I don’t... get along with my kind.”

He looked at me for a moment, his eyes seeming to pierce through me. “I cannot yet speak your language fluently,” he said, “but I have a device that translates. Humans and my kind have a long history of cooperation. We trade, share knowledge... even fight together against common threats.”

I listened, surprised by his sudden openness. Perhaps he had decided to trust me after all. A wave of excitement washed over me. An alien, in my shed, sharing secrets of intergalactic diplomacy... it was almost too much to believe.

But as I watched him rummage through my tools, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder.

Days have blurred into a strange sort of routine. Ghax is now a constant presence in my life, a hulking shadow moving through my forest. He often visits my house, his large hands surprisingly gentle as he handles my tools, or the makeshift ones he’s crafted from the debris he finds scattered around.

As I wash the dishes, my eyes wander to the window, scanning the familiar landscape for any sign of him. There, amidst the trees, I spot him. He’s... eating. The sight of him tearing into a wild animal, blood dripping from his elongated fangs, sends a shiver down my spine. Yet, there’s something undeniably captivating about it, the raw power and primal hunger on display.

His eyes lock onto mine as he approaches, his gaze unwavering. I can’t look away, even as my heart hammers in my chest. He’s a predator, and I’m his prey. The knowledge terrifies and excites me.

I gulp, my pussy has been continually salivating for the ruthless being. I have touched myself countless times, screaming his name into the pillow as I came. But no matter how many times I rubbed my aching, swollen clit and finger fucked my pussy, it was never enough. It would never sate the deep unnatural hunger I felt towards him.

Frustratedly, I dropped the last dish on the drying rack and headed outside.

I am so horny I could fucking scream.

I’m not sure when it started, but my thoughts have been consumed by him. By those deep blue eyes that seem to see right through me, and that rumbling voice that sends shivers down my spine. I needed a distraction, so I stormed out of my house and onto the porch, grabbing the latest steamy novel from the coffee table.

I try to focus on the steamy novel in my hands, but the words swim before my eyes. It’s impossible to concentrate with Ghax lurking in the woods, his every move a distraction. I grind my teeth, forcing myself to ignore the delicious shiver that runs down my spine at the thought of him.

“Greetings, Nicky,” his deep voice rumbles, startling me. I glance up, finding him leaning through the porch opening, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that makes my breath hitch.

I slam the book shut, a nervous gesture I immediately regret as his gaze drops to my hands. I tug at my shorts, self-consciously trying to cover my thighs.

“Where is your mate?” he asks, wiping a smear of blood from his chin with the back of his hand.

I scoff, “My mate? What are you talking about?”

He tilts his head, those piercing blue eyes never leaving mine. “Someone to cherish your heart, to worship and protect you. Someone whose sole purpose is your pleasure and happiness.”

My cheeks flush. “Humans don’t have mates,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

“And for your information, I could very well have a boyfriend... or a husband.”

His lips curl into a predatory smile. “I can smell your arousal a mile away. I hear you, every night, when you play with your wet little cunt. You make pretty sounds when you come, and I want to be the cause of you making those sounds.” He steps closer, his massive hand gripping the edge of my chair and pulling me towards him. My breath catches in my throat. He can’t be serious... Can he?

“I see such yearning in your eyes, such hunger in your soul? Why do I feel the pull towards you, a magnetic force that cannot be denied?” His voice drops to a low growl, sending a thrill of fear and excitement through me. “Don’t deny what’s between us, Nicky. Let me be the one to satisfy the desires you hide so well. Let me be the one to make you tremble with pleasure, to set your soul ablaze. I want to claim you, body and soul, and make you mine for eternity.”

“Mates are for life,” I manage to stammer out. “Surely there are better options on your planet.”

He growls, a low rumble vibrating through the air. “There is no other option. I have found my mate, and she is you.”

My fingers fidget with the hem of my shorts, my heart pounding in my chest. He’s watching me intently, his gaze unwavering. The longing I’ve been suppressing for days bubbles to the surface, overwhelming my fear.

“Okay,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

In a flash, he’s scooping me up, his strong arms enveloping me in a warmth that feels both dangerous and intoxicating. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he kneads my ass. The deep vibration in his chest causes my walls to clench.

He rips my top open, allowing my large breasts to spill out. He instantly latches onto one of them, sucking and gently nibbling. The fact that his razor sharp can tear into my breast, sends chills down my spine. Ghax stuffs most of my breast into his mouth. I moan as he relentlessly sucks until my toes curl. I am a whimpering mess in his arms.

“I have been wanting to taste these for a while now, they are so fucking gorgeous.”

He slaps them and I moan. He ravishes my neglected breasts with his wanting mouth, leaving me a squirming mess in his massive hands. He lets go of them with a sound pop and moves his mouth to mine to kiss me. His long blue tongue dominates my mouth as he groans. I allow him to take control, I allow him to take as much from me as he wants. Kissing him is odd at first, but I quickly learn to follow his lead. His hands travel down to my shorts, and he rips it right down the middle, the remnants of the cloth and my panties drop to the ground. I pull away from the kiss and hide my face in his neck. Too ashamed to see his reaction when he sees my body.

He grips my chin in his hand so I can look up at him.

“Never have I laid eyes upon a creature as exquisite as you,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that resonated through my very being. “Your eyes sparkle like stardust, your skin glows with the warmth of a thousand suns. Do not hide your beauty from me, little one. You are mine now, and I will cherish you for eternity.”

Tears fill my eyes as he slips his hand between my ass cheeks and down to my pussy. No one has ever said anything like that to me. No one has ever appreciated my body the way he is right now. I gasp and grind myself on his hand, desperately needing to come.

“Please.” I mewl, pressing my body harder against his, needing to be closer.

“I have been wanting to taste your little wet cunt since the moment I smelled it. Since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

I gasp as Ghax lifts me into the air, his strong hands enveloping my waist. I let out an odd sound whilst grabbing onto the horns protruding out his head to try and steady myself. He tilts his head back as he sits me down on his face. Then, he starts eating my pussy. He sucks on my aching clit and runs his tongue from my ass to my clit and back again. Over and over, he devours my salivating heat till I am a writhing, grinding, moaning mess on his face. He growls and presses his face deeper into my pussy, slurping and sucking. Eating everything I have to offer. I throw my head back as I start grinding against his face. Dragging my wetness up and down and up and down. That delicious coil tightens in my belly, signalling the orgasm I have been chasing ever since I saw him.

“Please…oh my god… don’t stop.”

His long tongue slips into my clenching hole. Ghax kneads my ass as he eats me, the alien doesn’t seem to care about breathing, the slobbering sounds coming from between my thighs echoes through the woods.

How embarrassing.

But I can’t help myself. The powerful being devouring me deserves all the water my body is willing to provide. I scream as Ghax sucks my clit again, causing my legs to tremble as I orgasm. He groans as he slides me down his mouth and chin. Down his chest and defined stomach, leaving a glistening trail of pussy juice behind.

“I want all to smell your scent on me. I want all to know the prince of Zyabulon has finally found what his mate.”

My pussy convulses as he kisses me once more, making me taste myself. Did he just say prince? Was my alien…royalty?

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” He asks as he drops me lower, allowing me to feel his hard…massive…cock.

Oh my…

I wiggle in his arms, as I try to gaze between my thighs. As I try to see the monster that’s about to impale me.

“I want to see it.”

He chuckles and slightly lifts me. I gasp when I see it. His cock is veiny and thick and long. The crimson colour that covers his whole body makes his penis look…mean. A screaming red warning me of the pleasure it’s about to provide. How will it fit? How will I survive? If this is how I die I will gladly accept it. I have no regrets. I glance back up at him as I reach between my thighs, trying to stuff his cock inside of me.

“Give it to me…please.”

He chuckles, and I glare at him.

“You’re a feisty little thing when your cunt is hungry.”

He lowers me, bringing my pussy to his cock, “it’s all yours,” he says to me as he slowly slides inside of me, giving me time to adjust. I scream at the intrusion. My pussy convulsing as it tries to accommodate the unnatural girth inside of me. My mouth drops open, frozen in otherworldly pleasure. After adjusting, I slowly rise and drop back down, he is stretching me in the most magical way possible. I am unable to make noise, no matter how hard I try. My eyes search his skies; the glowing orbs have darkened to royal blue, yellow spots swirl around his eyes – causing them to look like two galaxies. I throw my head back as I start bouncing. The sounds of my ass cheeks slapping against his thighs fill the void in my chest and between my thighs.

Ghax grips my ass and spreads my cheeks as he ploughs deeper and harder into me. He bends me backwards and sucks a nipple into his mouth. One of his canines nick my skin, causing blood to trickle into his mouth. I tremble as he sucks harder, feasting on me. My pussy slobbers and drools so much that a trail of juice drips down between my thighs, creating a wet pool on the ground below me. Ghax spanks my ass, and my eyes roll back into my head as I scream his name, coming, harder than I ever had in my whole life.

My body is shivering uncontrollably.

“Oh, fuck Ghax.” I scream as he keeps fucking pussy.

“Louder, I want everyone to hear my star being pleasured by me”.

I scream, coming on his fat cock again and again. My juice squirts all over his ripped abdomen, the mess dripping on the floor underneath me. Ghax wraps his arms around me, squeezing my body against his as he slams his cock into me a few more times and growls, the deep sound shaking my windows and the trees in the forest as he comes deep inside of me. I pulled him closer to me, afraid he would abandon me like everybody else did.

Ghax’s kisses rained down on my forehead and temple, a gentle storm of affection. His whispers, like sweet nothings carried on a warm breeze, filled my senses, overwhelming me with a tide of emotion. Tears welled up and spilled over, hot tracks against my flushed skin. I buried my face in the comforting expanse of his shoulder, and with a strength that belied his gentle touch, he lifted me into his arms, carrying me towards his waiting ship.

“My precious star,” he murmured, his voice a caress against my ear, “never again will you shed a tear alone. We are bound by a love that transcends galaxies, a love that will forever illuminate our path.” His words, like a symphony of devotion, resonated deep within my soul, banishing any lingering doubts.

I pulled back, my cheeks ablaze, and met his gaze. A soft giggle escaped my lips as I removed my fogged glasses. His own lips curved into a tender smile as he kissed my eyes, then gently licked away the remnants of my tears. A jolt of realisation electrified my newfound joy.

“Wait!” I exclaimed, my eyes widening. “I can’t leave Black behind.”

His brow furrowed in confusion. “What is…Black?”

My grin widened. “My cat!”

A chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Anything for you, my love.” He turned, adjusting his hold on me, and carried me back toward my home.

My love. The words echoed in my mind, a gentle caress against my thoughts. “Ghax,” I inquired, my voice laced with curiosity, “are you…a prince, on your planet?”

“Yes.”

His answer was matter-of-fact, devoid of any fanfare or pretension. It was as if he were discussing the colour of the sky, not his royal lineage. I decided to table the discussion for later. There would be ample time for questions then.

Back at my house, I quickly changed into fresh clothes and packed a small bag. Black, after an initial startled leap at the sight of Ghax’s imposing form, seemed to have taken a liking to the alien prince. I wasn’t sure if there would be suitable attire for me on Ghax’s home planet, or if his family would welcome me with open arms. But none of that mattered. I was going with him, regardless of the uncertainties that lay ahead. I had found him, my missing piece, and that was all that mattered.

Like he said, we are together, for eternity.