A small mid-western town...

Rachel Walker was your typical mid-thirties white collar worker. Unlike several of her sorority sisters, she had opted for more work and less family-time, meaning that now she was the sole owner of a big house with no one to use it. A workaholic with a tendency to stay in the shower too long courtesy of her shower-head, Rachel didn’t really have time for men. Moderately attractive, she worked out as much as she could and tanned to keep her complexion. If she didn’t, she would more or less become a pale mess. Blessed with rather large breasts, Rachel would be lying if she said she hadn’t used that in her business before.

It was late on Sunday, and the night had come fast. Rachel hated weekends. Most people were off with their loved ones or partying, both things she could not do or did not want to. Her weekends usually consisted of her watching television with a glass of cheap wine. Even though she had the money, she couldn’t see a reason to splurge with expensive wines. She was far too smart for that, according to her anyway.

No pets meant no alarm system either. Who would break into her place anyway? It was the Midwest. The only thing she had to worry about was the odd deer while driving in rural places and the occasional meth-head at the local supermarket. Dressed in her pajamas, which consisted of boy shorts and a tank-top, Rachel drolly stared at the television as a commercial blared throughout her living room. This was a sad life for her indeed, though she would never admit it.

Kel-Ott was chosen for this specific mission for a reason. He had been a career veteran of several wars in the past, had gone up against many off-world aliens, and knew how to fight if things got ugly. Furthermore, with serious training, he was the best at seduction and using her pheromones. He had subverted many worlds in the past just off the strength of his cock. This world would be no different. The humans had been studied in a small amount of time. He would even be lying if he said he didn’t see the attraction. The female human was an attractive species, and he could definitely see himself vacationing here, if he ever stopped being a soldier that is.

Dropped off nearby using the latest in cloaking technology, Kel drew his side blaster and moved around the local neighborhood. He had skulked in the shadows, watching the various lifeforms of Earth move about. The nighttime on this planet was especially useful, and he was glad this system only had one star to give both warmth and light. His mission was mostly scouting, along with several other Surathi warriors. They were to land, get an idea of how the humans interacted and how the landscape worked, and then leave. Kel wouldn’t be leaving without a taste of his first human however.

Finally, after what seemed like eternity had passed, Kel spotted her. His first victim. A shapely woman with large mammary glands and a curved figure. It had not been discovered if humans and Surathi could interbreed just yet, and Kel was happy to do some experiments of his own. Holstering his blaster, Kel made his way to the back door of the moderately sized home. Using advanced heat-vision provided by his helmet, Kel could see the woman in what appeared to be a living quarters. Something in front of her caused serious heat signatures, and Kel assumed it was some sort of entertainment device.

The door he approached opened simply enough, and he attempted to be as quiet as possible. The backdoor was near the woman’s eating quarters, and would lead to her through a short hallway. Deactivating the heat vision, Kel could see through the house normally now. He knew the woman was still oblivious to him being there. How would he proceed? Physically attack the woman and hold her down? Perhaps he would draw her out with his scent? There were many options available to the older Surathi.