Between the Stars & Earth

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Here's the first chapter, you can read more on patreon

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this my first sci-fi don't judge

There's a creepy woman in my house.

She was...surprisingly beautiful, despite being creepy. She was dark-skinned with long hair, and her eyes were one color, purplish.

It was fucking freaky.

I had no idea what fucking science experiment landed in my fucking house.

And she looked at me like I was weird.

Then she got up, she was tall, maybe five-ten. Her ears were elf-like, her hair was that of a caucasian's and I guess that they just used the wrong DNA when it came to hair, and her body was...likely made by the perverted minds of the scientist—how else do I explain this seemingly supernatural woman in my house.

"Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?"

She tilted her head, observing me from head to toe. "Lazarus Hawthorne," she said my name like she was trying to get it right.

"How do you know my name?" I asked warily.

"Your memories are accessible to me." She replied simply.

"Who are you," I asked again.

"I do not know. I am an orphan from the planet Zynthor. No one has given me an identity."

The fuck is Zynthor?

"Ok, well, go back."

She made a distressed expression. "I can not, please don't make me go back. They do not treat orphans well in Zynthor, or rather females. I stole a pod and escaped, if I go back they'll hurt me."

I groaned. "You can't stay with me, you're not even human."

"I can assimilate, Mr. Hawthorne." She quickly said, her eyes went from a supernatural purple to more human-like white sides, brown pupils, and black irises. "Do I look human now?"

I hesitated, this can't be real. "Your hair is unrealistic for your skin color."

Her eyes went full purple again, searching maybe? Then her hair turned tightly curled and kinky, just a bit shorter than her original hair.

"Is this better?"

I scrambled around in my head for an answer. "Fine, you can stay here for a year only. Then you get on out of here, understand?"

She gave me a big smile, levitating over to me. "Thank you, Mr. Hawthorne, I promise you won't regret it."

I won't because I'll wake up and you'll just be a figment of my imagination.

I sighed, unnerved by her closeness. "Just call me Lazarus."

"Ok," she said.

☀︎𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓆏𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊☀︎

"Jesus Christ!" I yelled. "What the fuck are you doing?"

I woke up and she was on top of me, my dick in her grip.

She looked up at me innocently, troubled. "I am sorry, I do not really know how to do this."

"Get off me, I don't want that!" I jerked away.

She tilted her head in confusion. "But I thought you wanted me to do this in return for giving me shelter."

"No." I grumbled, getting off my bed to pull my pants up. "I don't need anything."