Area 51: Alien Lust Part 1: Area 51: Alien Lust, #1

By Melody Moon

I've gone from college freshman to alien lover--and I can't get enough. It started so simple, with losing a bet and having to write one dirty story about a woman and an alien. Somehow, it resulted in my fantasy coming true: being brought to Area 51 and introduced to Talos, my partner for several wild experiments. He's so different, so gifted, and I can't believe how good it feels to be with him...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Melody Moon
• Release date: Jun 5, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227532879

Melody Moon

Monsters, monsters, monsters. (And maybe vampires.)

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Warning: Explicit Sexual Content (Male Monster on Female Protagonist). Oral, vaginal penetration, creampies. 8300 Words.

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Part 1: AI-Generated Porn

Thank god everyone thinks it’s AI-generated porn.

5 million views and rising.

Brunette slut destroyed by freaky, gray-skinned alien. Area 51 leak!

It’s a low quality video, but that’s definitely me riding the alien, crying out with pleasure as he pumps his cock deep inside of my pussy.

I guess Steph released that recording. I wonder if she’ll release my anal video and our threesome video, too.

I won’t lie to you: fucking that alien feels so good. I’m a freak, yes, and at least I can pretend it’s an AI-generated video. But...but I have access to the full video collection and it still turns me on.

How did it happen? How did I end up on the path to letting a real-life, government secret alien fuck my face, pound my pussy, and make me his sex toy?

I’ll tell you. Sure. Because if you’re reading this, I know you’re a dirty freak like me. You’re my kind of filthy. I’m happy to share the wet, sticky details with you.

Are you ready?

Part 2: Movie Night

Kelly, you’re coming to movie night tonight, right? Steph asked from across the table.

We were in the dining hall, it was maybe the fourth week of my first college semester at University of Nevada Reno. Steph and I were taking creative writing together, and even though she was a junior and I was a freshman, we really hit it off when she shared the first page of her sci-fi novel with the class.

Yeah, I’ll be there, I said, fixing my long hair back into a ponytail before taking a stab at my pasta salad. What’s the film?

Steph and her roommate, Erin, were hosting B-movie nights where we watched really dreadful horror and sci-fi films.

"Oh, it’s called Vera Mars and the Lost Planet and I’m sure it’s terrible," she said, smirking.

I was about to ask her if it was part of a series when her eyes flicked to the side and then back to me. She leaned forward, conspiratorially.

Kelly, you’re not gonna believe this, but I think that guy to your left is checking you out, she whispered. I think he’s hypnotized by your tits.

I blushed. I had been feeling confident this morning, the New Mexico autumn was still warm, and my favorite black scoop-top was just calling to me.

Jesus, Steph, what if it’s my sparkling personality? I whispered back.

She laughed.