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Chapter 1: Abducted by Aliens and Summoned to Another World

  The sound of tires on wet asphalt was the backdrop to Julian’s confused thoughts. It was te at night, the sky clear but moonless, and the only light guiding him came from the headlights of his old Toyota. An ordinary life, ordinary dreams, a routine that weighed on him more than he cared to admit.

  Then, in a fsh, everything changed.

  A sudden, blinding light exploded above the road. Time seemed to freeze, and the car's engine died on its own. Julian looked up at the sky: a massive triangur shape hovered silently above him, bck and smooth like obsidian, surrounded by pulsating blue and purple lights. A low, deep hum—like an heartbeat—rattled his teeth.

  "What the fuck...?" he barely whispered before a greenish beam of light hit him square in the chest.

  His body was lifted from the seat like a scrap of paper, the air sucked from his lungs, the world vanished. The st thing he saw was the steering wheel drifting away beneath him.

  He opened his eyes with a jolt. Nausea and numbness filled his head.

  His heart pounded like it was trying to break free from his chest. A sharp hum pierced his skull, his temples throbbed. The air smelled metallic, sterile, unnatural. Cold. Just like the pce around him.

  The light was blue, artificial, piercing. It reflected off walls that were smooth and shiny like gss. He was lying on a metallic table. His arms and legs were bound by glowing bands—thin but solid as steel—that emitted a low, steady hum. He tried to move, to pull, to scream.

  "What the fuck…! No, no, no! Where am I?!"

  He kicked, snarled like a trapped animal. His muscles tensed, his breath ragged. The restraints didn’t budge. Not even a millimeter.

  He didn’t understand.

  All he remembered was the car. The sky. Something above him… a light, a deafening sound. Then nothing.

  His blurred vision could only make out shapes. Tall figures, moving. Many of them. They moved slowly and silently around him, murmuring in an unknown nguage made of musical tones and slow, hypnotic cadences.

  When his vision finally cleared, fear became pure terror.

  They were alien. Not human.

  But not like in movies, comics, or video games. No, these were different.

  Smooth gray skin, elongated heads, huge eyes as bck and deep as bottomless pits. But they were also… women. Feminine. Terribly sensual. The suits they wore looked like they had been painted on: tight, metallic, clinging to rge, firm breasts, wide hips, full, perfect asses. Their legs were long and graceful, their movements like those of predators on the prowl. And their faces—alien, yes, but beautiful. Mesmerizing. Ethereal.

  Julian froze. For a moment, he forgot to breathe. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

  "What... what the hell are you? What… do you want?!"

  One of them broke away from the group and approached. She walked with a slow, fluid stride. Her suit opened by itself, as if alive, revealing a deep cleavage. Her breasts rose slightly with each step. Her skin shimmered faintly.

  “Julian…” she said, her voice soft, sweet as honey, yet cold. “At st.”

  He stared at her, trembling.

  “Who are you? Why am I here?”

  The alien stopped at the foot of the table, smiling with those strange, blue lips. “I’ve known you forever. I watched you grow. I was there, even if you couldn’t see me. This was fate. Your moment has come.”

  “No… no, fuck you! Let me go!” he shouted, thrashing again. The glowing restraints tightened in response to his panic.

  Around him, the others began to sing. A low, harmonic, otherworldly chant. The sound seemed to vibrate in the air, sinking into his chest. Hypnotic.

  The figure in front of him began to undress. Her suit fell away like liquid petals, slowly revealing her body: perfect shoulders, skin smooth as polished gss, and then—two enormous, full breasts, round like suspended moons, tense and natural, swaying slightly with each movement. Beneath them, a ft stomach, wide, inviting hips. When she turned around, Julian saw the most perfect ass he had ever id eyes on. High. Round. Firm. Perfect. A breathtaking sight.

  His dick reacted before he did. Swollen. Hard. Alive.

  “Oh Christ…” he muttered, disgusted with himself, yet unable to look away.

  She climbed on top of him with unnatural grace. Her cold hands slid down his abdomen, and with a fluid motion, she pulled down his pants and underwear. His member sprang free, pulsing.

  The alien’s eyes widened. A light sparked in her bck irises.

  “It’s… magnificent. Warm, pulsing, immense. It feels like it was made to be inside me.”

  Her skin slowly shifted to blue, as if every emotion left a visible trace. She was aroused. Not in a human way.

  When she lowered herself onto him, Julian held his breath. She took him in slowly, inch by inch. She was tight. Warm. Wet.

  “Oh… God…” he moaned, as a wave of pure pleasure surged through him.

  She panted, her expression hazy, riding him slowly. Every movement was deliberate. The others kept singing, and their chant grew sharper, more vibrant, like something was building in the air.

  Then—circles of light exploded around them. Symbols. Runes. Floating sigils.

  Julian’s eyes flew open. The alien stopped, looking around in fear.

  “What’s happening?!” he shouted.

  “It’s not… not us…”

  A fsh. The chanting stopped. The alien’s body, still on top of him, was engulfed in a column of light—along with his.

  When the light vanished, they found themselves on a smooth stone floor, surrounded by colorful banners, towering columns, and figures in regal robes.

  Julian, still inside the alien, gasped for air. Their bodies were fused in both ecstasy and shock.

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