From Heaven Fell a Star

Note: This is the English translation of 'Vom Himmel fiel ein Stern', originally written in German.

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David was tired as he steered his old VW along the winding country road.
The week in Munich had worn him out, and his final meeting hadn't ended until late Friday afternoon. Now dusk had already fallen, and home was still about ten kilometers away. He drifted along with the fading day, curve after curve -- until suddenly, a blinding flash of light flared up right in front of him on the road.

He hit the brakes instinctively, squinting against the glaring brightness and closing his eyes.
When he opened them again, everything was dark. The car had come to a halt.
Immediately, he noticed something lying in the road ahead -- but his vision was blurry. He blinked several times and rubbed his eyes.
Was that... a person?
Panic rose in his chest. Whatever was illuminated by the headlights ahead of him looked alarmingly like a tangle of limbs.
Had he run someone over?
Were they dead?

Almost in a trance, David opened the door and stepped out.
He still couldn't see clearly. The scene felt strangely unreal -- him, alone on a dark country road, a narrow beam of light from his car cutting a small hole into the night. Everything outside of that was just blackness, impenetrable to his dazzled eyes.

But the blurred shape three meters in front of the bumper was visible. And with each step closer, it took on a more human form.
When he stood directly over it, he sucked in a sharp breath.

A woman lay on the road. Her arms and legs were bent, as if she had tried to shield herself from something. Her eyes were closed.
And the most absurd part: She was completely naked.

Dreading the worst, David bent down and checked her pulse. He was sure he wouldn't find one -- and was shocked when he did.
She was alive.
Unconscious, but alive.
Was she hurt?

He examined her. At first glance, he couldn't see any injuries.
Strange.
Had he not hit her after all?
Then what was that flash of light?
What was she doing here?
And why was she naked?

No explanation came to mind that didn't feel deeply unsettling.

He had to help her -- that much was certain.
He fumbled in his pocket for his phone. The screen remained black when he tried to unlock it.
Off?
The battery couldn't be dead -- he had charged it at the office. He held the side button for several seconds. Nothing.
Three more tries -- still nothing.
The phone was dead.

Better the phone than the woman.

He gently shook her shoulder.
"Hello? Can you hear me?"
No reaction. She remained unconscious.

David thought for a moment.
At this hour, hardly anyone else would be driving this road. Waiting for help would be pointless. Leaving her here -- unthinkable.
He had to take her with him. Best to bring her home and call the police from there.

He walked back to the car and reached for the passenger door -- then hesitated and opened the rear door instead. Carefully, and with some effort, he lifted the stranger and placed her on the back seat. Fortunately, she was quite petite. From the trunk, he grabbed a fleece blanket, wrapped it around her as best he could, and fastened the seatbelt over it.

As he drove home, he prayed -- though he was sure he hadn't done anything wrong -- that he wouldn't encounter anyone on the way.
God granted him that wish.

Without further incident, he pulled into his driveway and parked beneath the carport.

She was still unconscious.

He debated calling the police right away -- but instead brought the woman inside first.
He laid her gently on the couch in the living room. Then he fetched a pillow and a blanket, making her as comfortable as he could.
Only then did he pick up the landline and dial 911.

The conversation didn't go as expected. After some questions about the woman's condition -- who, aside from being naked and unconscious, seemed otherwise unharmed -- the officer on the line explained, quite reasonably, that it would be simpler for everyone involved if David brought her to the station in town the next morning, rather than dispatching an emergency unit to the village in the middle of the night.

So she would be staying the night.

But what if she woke up?
Wouldn't she think he had kidnapped her?
She was naked, after all.
Maybe she wouldn't even remember what had happened?

After further failed attempts to wake her, David, troubled by these thoughts, made himself a mushroom omelet and ate it without tasting a thing.
The day had already been long and exhausting -- this strange incident just the final blow.
Soon after, he went to bed.

The next morning, David was woken by friendly rays of sunlight.
He blinked, stretched, and briefly thought how nice it would be to enjoy a quiet, free day.
Until the memory of the previous evening hit him.
He jumped out of bed and rushed into the living room.

It was still dark -- he'd closed the shutters for safety -- but the stranger was apparently still lying on the sofa.
On tiptoe, David crept to one of the windows and raised the shutter. Daylight filled the room.

At once, he heard a sound -- something like a moan.
"Wo zai nali?"
The voice sounded completely unfamiliar, and so did the language.

"Uh... I'm David," he stammered.

The woman pushed the blanket aside slightly and turned toward him.
Her eyes were amber-colored, gleaming like gemstones as they focused on him.
"¿Qué eres?"

David's eyes widened helplessly. "Sorry, I don't understand. Do you speak English or German?"

"Deutsch."
She repeated the word slowly, as if she had to think about it. Then, with a strange accent and deliberate effort, she added:
"You speak German?"

"Yes, exactly. So you do too?"

She seemed to ponder her answer carefully, each word arriving painfully slow -- but her sentence itself didn't reflect any hesitation.
"Yes. I can... speak German. Please, where am I and what are you?"

"You're in my living room. And who I am -- uh, David. I found you lying in the road. My phone wasn't working, so I brought you here. May I ask who you are and what happened?"

The stranger stared at him with those amber eyes, as if trying to read something in him.
"Road?" she repeated at last. "Road to where?"

"Uh, the country road near Steinach."

"Steinach?"

"In Upper Franconia. Near Kronach."

She looked at him blankly.
"Germany?"

David snorted. "Of course Germany."

At that, she collapsed slightly and turned her face to the ceiling. "Why Germany?" she asked, though it sounded more like she was talking to herself. Then she covered her face with both hands.

David hesitantly stepped closer. "Can I get you anything? Water? I could make you some breakfast and take you to the police."

"Water," she said. "Water is good... for head."

David went to get a glass of tap water and handed it to her. She tried to support herself and lift her head, but her hands were trembling. David held the glass as she drank.

"Thank you," the woman said when it was empty. Then she looked at him intently.
"David, what are you?"

Hearing his name from her lips sent a tingle down his spine.
So did the question. She'd already asked it once -- oddly worded then, too.

"I'm an IT specialist, if that's what you mean."

"No. Not what you do. What are you?"

"I have no idea what you're getting at. I'm just a normal person."

"Person?"

"Yes. Human. You know that word, right?"

But for some reason, that seemed to unsettle her. She drew in a sharp breath.
"Why did you find me?"

"Well, you were suddenly lying in front of my car. I thought I'd run you over. There was this flash of light... no idea where it came from."

"I see."

"Oh really? Because I sure don't. And what's your name?"

The woman leaned back again and stared at the ceiling.
"I am a Stella."

"Stella? That's a beautiful name. So, what can I do for you, Stella?"

She hesitated. "I need rest. To gain strength."

David nodded. "Alright, then go ahead and sleep. I'll leave some fruit in case you get hungry, and I'll find something for you to wear."

Since Stella didn't respond, David went to the kitchen and brought back a banana and two apples. When he returned, she had pulled the blanket over herself again and seemed asleep.
For a brief moment, David regretted that he could no longer see her breasts -- they had been a sight to behold. Her skin, especially... that warm chestnut tone...
But he shook off the thought.

He placed the fruit on the table, refilled her water glass, and then found an old T-shirt, socks, sweatpants, and a pair of boxers -- the best he could offer -- and laid them next to the sofa.

Since Stella seemed to be sleeping again, he quietly slipped back into the kitchen. There, he prepared a relaxed breakfast and tried to make sense of the situation.

He eventually decided against calling the police again.
Strange as Stella's statements were, she didn't seem in need of urgent medical attention. She wanted rest -- and they could sort everything else out later.

So David did what he often did on a free Saturday morning: he opened his laptop and resumed work on his hobby project.
He could easily get absorbed in it and lose track of time -- which is exactly what happened.
It was probably better to leave Stella in peace anyway. Let her recover.

But it wasn't David who disturbed her.
He was deep in the unfathomable depths of buggy code when a muffled cry from the living room startled him. He jumped up and rushed over.

Stella was lying on her back, eyes wide open in shock, like she'd seen a ghost.
When David stepped up to the sofa, he saw she was trembling -- though she didn't seem to notice him.

Cautiously, he leaned in and touched her shoulder. "Hey, are you alright?"

A shiver ran through her, she shut her eyes and turned away.
She didn't move for a moment, then slowly turned her head and looked at him.
"I shouldn't be here, David," she said.

David sat on the edge of the sofa and gently took her hand. "Where should you be?"

"In safety. Where the... hunters can't find me."

Hunters, David thought. What kind of hunters?

He asked her directly.

"You wouldn't understand," she replied, her voice tight with despair.
"They come from far away. They're dangerous. If I'm here... then the danger is here too. It's a great danger for... Steinach."

David raised his eyebrows.
"Do they know you're here?"

Stella thought about it. "Probably not."

"Well, believe me -- no one ends up in Steinach by accident. If they don't know, they won't find you. Whoever they are -- you're safe here."

Her eyes roamed the room briefly, as if trying to confirm his words.
"I have never heard of Steinach before. Maybe you're right."
A pause. Then she asked: "Is this place yours?"

"This house? Yeah. I inherited it from my parents."

"May I stay here?"

"Uh... sure. You're my guest. I have to go back to Munich on Monday, but today and tomorrow you're welcome to stay."

"Today and tomorrow," she repeated. "Then I must leave?"

"Well... I have to leave then. And I'm not sure I'd want to leave you here alone. Didn't you say you weren't supposed to be here? Where were you headed, anyway?"

Stella sighed. "I don't know. I feel so weak."
She closed her eyes again.

David had no better idea than to gently pat her hand.
"You know what? Just rest. Don't worry. I won't kick you out, and no one will find you here."

Then she opened her eyes again and gave him a piercing look.
"Thank you, David," was all she said.
She turned onto her side, as if to sleep again.

David turned to leave the room, but her voice stopped him.
"Where are you going?"

"Just next door."

"Can you stay here?"

"I'm right next door. Don't worry."

But that wasn't enough for her.
"Please. You have to warn me if the hunters come."

David sighed. There are no hunters, he almost said -- but stopped himself.
It was clear now that something about Stella wasn't quite... normal. But he didn't want to make things worse.

His gaze landed on the empty armchair in the living room. He shrugged.
"Alright. I'll stay nearby. Now go to sleep and don't worry."

Stella only calmed down once he returned with his laptop and settled in the armchair not far from her.
As he refocused on the stubborn bug in his code, the soft rhythm of her breathing told him that his strange guest had fallen asleep once more.

Over the next two and a half hours, David stayed by Stella's side, leaving the room only to make tea or use the bathroom.
Eventually, he got hungry -- but she still seemed fast asleep.

He went to the kitchen, mixed some dough, and made a vegetable pizza.
When it was done and its smell drifted into the living room, she still hadn't stirred.

David placed a slice on the coffee table for her, just in case. Then he got his headphones and enjoyed the rest of the pizza while listening to his favorite podcast.

The armchair was comfortable. The podcast distracted him from the absurd situation.
And at some point... he dozed off.

When he woke again, the day was already far along.
The scene on the sofa hadn't changed.

David made himself a coffee and tried once more to figure out what to make of his guest. But she remained a mystery. So he gave up trying and returned to the armchair with a book.
If today was going to be spent as a kind of sofa-sentry -- so be it.

The book was supposedly a crime novel -- or so David had thought -- but by page 204, it had morphed more and more into a romantic story between the detective and the prime suspect.
To David, it felt a bit too cliché.
When the narrative began hinting at physical intimacy, he couldn't help but be reminded that a beautiful woman was lying naked on his sofa.
Not the best time to keep reading.
He closed the book at page 294.

Outside, dusk had fallen.
Stella was still asleep under the blanket -- only her head and shoulder were visible.
David stood and went over to her to check if she was alright.
Her eyes were closed, her head turned slightly away.
Carefully, he sat on the edge of the sofa.
Her face really was beautiful, her skin perfectly smooth -- but not in an unnatural way. A lock of hair had fallen across her forehead, and... absentmindedly, David brushed it aside.

Other men, he thought, would take advantage of this situation.
Why wasn't he?

Because he wasn't like that.

He felt the urge to pull the blanket back, to steal another look at her small breasts -- or maybe more.
But he didn't.

He just sat there, watching her sleep, wondering who -- or what -- she was, and why she was lying here in his house.
But he didn't touch her again.

The pizza hadn't been touched.
David stood up. He opened the balcony door and stepped outside.

From there, you had a beautiful view of the woods.
Steinach was bidding farewell to the last rays of sunlight, and a soft pink hue shimmered above the treetops.
David folded his arms and leaned on the railing.

He stood there for a while, so absorbed in the picturesque view that he didn't hear the sounds from the living room.
Suddenly, someone stepped onto the balcony behind him.
He turned around.

And his jaw dropped.

Stella stood there -- slim figure, chestnut skin, full dark hair, amber eyes -- and she was completely naked.
He could see everything.
He was lucky that her eyes shimmered so mesmerizingly -- drawing his gaze away from the rest of her body.

Stella, however, simply looked around and stepped up beside him at the railing.
"This is Steinach?" she asked after a moment of silence.

David had to swallow a thick lump in his throat before he could respond.
"Yes, that's my village."

"It's peaceful."

"Told you you're safe here."

Almost immediately, he saw her body relax.
Her eyes wandered upward, and David followed her gaze.
The first stars had appeared, twinkling shyly in the darkening sky.

When David looked back at Stella, he saw tears in her eyes.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.

She shook her head slowly.
"I don't know if I can ever return home."

David saw an opportunity to learn something about his guest.
"Where's home?"

She pointed upward into the night sky.
"There," she said.

"You mean... you're from space? You literally fell from the sky?"

Stella nodded.
"I come from Astra."

David groaned.
That was too much.
She was crazy. Completely nuts.
He'd brought a lunatic into his house.

A lunatic -- an attractive one -- but still.

"You know what, I'm going to take a shower," he said. "You can stay out here and watch the stars. Like I said, you're safe."

With that, he turned and walked inside.

In the bathroom, he undressed, stepped into the shower, and turned on the water.
Cool and refreshing, it ran over his head and back.
Insane. Absolutely insane.
Normally, he would've called the psych ward. Assumed she'd escaped from somewhere.

But then... there had been that flash of light.
Her sudden appearance.
Her strange behavior -- so unsettling, so surreal.

So surreal that part of him couldn't rule out the possibility that she really had come... from the moon.
Or from the stars.

But no -- that was impossible.

David stayed under the water for at least fifteen minutes, trying to calm himself.
Then he wrapped himself in a bathrobe and returned to the living room.

Stella was sitting on the sofa, staring toward the window.
She didn't move as he cautiously approached.
The pizza remained untouched, but the glass of water was empty.
David noticed the tears still in her eyes.

Conflicting thoughts battled in his head.
She was clearly not sane -- but she suffered for what she believed.
Somehow.
How could he help without making things worse?

Wearing his bathrobe, he sat beside her.
"I picked out some clothes for you," he said, pointing toward the neatly folded pile.

"They're not good for my skin," she replied.

"Okay," David said, letting it go.
"So... what's making you sad?"

"My family," she said. "I don't know if I'll ever see them again. Or if they're safe. The hunters are a great danger."

"Who are these hunters?"

"Evil. They hunt us because they need energy."

"Is that why you're here? Because you're running from them?"

Stella nodded.
"Yes. But it was an accident. I wasn't meant to come here -- and now I'm too weak to travel."

David shrugged.
"Like I said, you can stay here until you're strong enough."

"Thank you."

"I could also take you to a doctor."

"I'm not sick."

"Okay, I just thought..."

"Thought what?"

"That you were sick."

"I have little strength and I'm alone. Maybe I'm sad. Is that 'sick' to you?"

"Well... if it is, I should be calling in sick to work all the time."

Stella looked at him, uncertain if she understood.

"You're sad often?"

"At least alone."

"That is sad."

David gave a small laugh.
"That's life."

"Don't you have a family?"

"Just a sister. But she's far away, and we're not really close. I have friends, but..."

"But?"

A pained expression crossed David's face.
"At the end of the day, I still go to bed alone."

"And you'd prefer not to?"

"Who wouldn't?"

"I don't like being alone either."

David glanced at Stella -- hesitated.
Should he ask...?
No. Not appropriate.

He shook the thought away and stood up.
"Anyway, it's bedtime for me now."
He nodded toward the pizza.
"Feel free to eat some if you're hungry."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Stella wanted to say something -- but he left the room before she could.

He wondered whether he'd done the right thing as he closed the bedroom door, hung up his bathrobe, and slipped into bed.
Then he started his goodnight playlist on his phone and placed it on the nightstand.

Just as the Spanish version of ABBA's Fernando began to play, the door opened.

David looked up.

In the doorway stood Stella -- naked and breathtakingly beautiful.
"You don't have to sleep alone," she said.

David hesitated only briefly, then moved aside and lifted the blanket.
Stella came closer slowly.
His eyes lingered on her breasts.
He held the blanket up for her.
She sat on the edge of the bed and lay down beside him.
Suddenly, their faces were inches apart.

"This song is beautiful," Stella whispered.

"So are you."

"Thank you."
He felt her flat palm on his chest.
"You have a good heart."

David found his courage and reached under the blanket, letting his hand slide gently over her side.
Her skin was smooth and warm.
"Are you really an alien?" he asked, looking into her eyes -- not that he could see much in the darkness.
"Or are you just playing me for a fool?"

"You think I'm human because I look human?"

"That's part of it. And because I've never seen any proof that aliens exist."

Stella ran her fingers over his chest, softly playing with the hairs.
"Many humans have met aliens -- but most people only believe what they want to believe. Usually what feels familiar."

"Hm. A fair approach," David said.

"Yes. I understand it. That's why we avoid Earth -- or at least contact with people."

"Where are you when you're not on Earth?"

"In Astra, mostly."

David narrowed his eyes in doubt.
"The stars? You mean... space?"

"Yes. In a way. It's hard for you to understand. It's not a place like Earth or your house or Steinach. It's... a different kind of place. You don't reach it by traveling through space. In normal space, we're just lights -- but truly, we exist in another kind of space."

Conflicting thoughts raced through David's mind.
If Stella was insane, she was incredibly good at it.
And if she wasn't insane...
Then he only barely grasped what she was trying to tell him.

Did it make any sense?

He tried to stay open -- his fingers still gently tracing her smooth skin.
"And when you're in that space... do you look like a human there too?"

"No," Stella said. "In that space, there's no appearance like you know it. Just as light has no shape, but reaches everywhere. It's probably hard for you to imagine."

"Then why do you look like a beautiful woman now? Are you not... real?"

"I need a body in this space. Otherwise, I couldn't be part of it. I received it when I entered -- just like you."

"But I know I grew in my mother's womb and was born."

"That's how your body came to be. But you... you are more than that."

"Am I?" David asked.

Stella giggled, as if the question was childlike.
"But of course you are. You can think where you are not, you can dream of things you've never been, you can feel what your senses don't detect. Don't you know what you are?"

David wasn't a philosopher.
"The deep secrets of existence seem hidden from us humans," he replied. "The only thing I know for certain is that my body is real -- because I can feel it."

"And you can feel mine too, even if it came to be in a different way.
Don't you think it feels real?"

"So far, yes. But maybe you're just fooling me."

His fingers wandered upward, until he touched her breast and gently cupped it in his hand.
Stella held her breath as he softly squeezed.
He felt her nipple stiffen.

"I can't detect anything false. How does it feel to you?"

"Unfamiliar," Stella admitted.
"I don't have much experience in this body."

"You've never cuddled with a man?"

Stella shook her head. "In Astra, that doesn't exist."

"Cuddling?"

"Men. That's something physical. So no, no cuddling either."

"I see. So... here you're a woman, and there you're... a star?"

David expected some complicated contradiction -- but after a pause, Stella simply said:
"Yes. You could say that."

"And you hug other stars?"

Stella let out a short laugh.
"Your thought is absurd."

"Alright then. But how does it work? You said you don't like being alone -- but how can you not be alone without a body?"

"There, we are never alone. We're always in contact."
She sighed.
"That's why it's so hard here. I want to feel someone."

"You can touch me."

Stella gently tapped her fingers on his chest.
"I am. But it's not as intense as I'm used to."

David thought for a moment.
"Have you ever kissed?"

She looked him in the eyes.
"I've only heard about it."

David let go of her breast, slipped his arm around her waist, and moved closer.
"Then watch this," he said, and leaned in to press his lips gently against hers.
Stella didn't resist -- he kissed her softly, then pulled away.

"Interesting," she murmured.

"Now you."
She hesitated, then obeyed. Her mouth found his, and David returned her kiss with passion.
Their lips played, merged, lingered in an intimate moment that seemed to stretch beyond time.
Only after quite a while did they separate again.

"So?" he asked.
"How did it feel?"

"Special," whispered Stella.
"I don't have a word for it. Maybe... magical?"

David smiled.
"In this case, I think that's the right word."
He propped his head on one bent arm, so their faces remained close.
"I've just kissed a star for the first time."

"And I've kissed a human."

David wondered what it meant.
He was surprised how quickly things had developed.
He felt the arousal stirring between his legs and tried to keep a little distance at least in that region -- unsure how to proceed.

He didn't want to hurt Stella or move faster than she was comfortable with.
But how far was too far? That's what he had to find out.

"Tell me," he began, "don't you think it's wrong to be lying here with me and kissing like this?"

Stella paused her gentle stroking and squinted at him.
"Why would it be wrong? Don't you like it?
I'm sorry, but for me, all this is new. I don't know what humans normally do. You're the human -- I'm relying on you. You helped me, and I trust you.
Am I doing something wrong?"

"No, no," David said quickly, surprised by her answer.
She had never spoken so much at once -- and her German was clearly improving.
"Well... usually it takes longer before people trust each other enough to lie naked together. But you seem to trust me. And somehow I trust you too -- because I feel that you're not a threat."

"Of course I'm not a threat," Stella replied, more puzzled than offended.
Then she resumed tracing her fingers across his chest.
"And you're not a threat either. Anyone can see that."

That made David smile.
Whether Stella was telling the truth or completely insane -- she was something special. And he wouldn't ruin that.

"So..." he said, "shall we sleep?"

Stella gave a small nod. "Yes, please. I'm very low on energy and I need rest.
But... can we touch while we sleep?"

"Of course we can."
David thought for a moment and asked her to turn around.
He lay behind her and wrapped his arm gently around her waist.
"If you want, you can hold my hand."

Stella took his hand in hers. Then she bent her arm and pulled it up -- so that to David's surprise, his hand came to rest on her right breast.

Apparently, she wanted it that way.

David dared more: he pressed himself softly against her back.
His arousal, now unmistakable, touched her -- but she gave no reaction.
Then his leg slid between hers.

"Do you like it like this?" he whispered.

"Yes," she answered at the same volume.
"It feels good to feel you. I think I can sleep well like this."

"Me too.
So... good night."

"Good night, David."

And it was a good night.

David couldn't remember the last time he'd fallen asleep holding another human being.
All worries, fears, and future doubts had no power over him in this moment.
Because here was a wonderful soul, sharing this intimate moment with him.
Everything else was shut out.

He soon drifted off peacefully and dreamed of a world without hostility -- where everyone touched and was touched in return.

Because David had never slept so well before, he slept unusually long.
Stella, too, lay in his arms, still fast asleep.
When suddenly a loud ringing came from the front door, they were still exactly as they had fallen asleep.

Stella was the first to jolt awake.
"The hunters are here!"

David blinked drowsily, gathering his thoughts. Then he looked at the clock above the door.
"I don't think so," he said. "It's probably just a neighbor."

He gently disentangled himself from her and climbed over her to get out of bed.
Throwing on his bathrobe, he walked to the front door.

Indeed, his neighbor was standing outside, kindly bringing him a package she had accepted for him earlier that week.
David took it, thanked her, and closed the door again.

When he returned to the bedroom, the bed was empty.

David turned around and called for Stella.
Where had she gone so suddenly?

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a movement in the room -- suddenly she was there beside him, looking at him with frightened eyes.
"Is it safe?"

David put the package down.
"Of course it's safe," he said, pulling her gently into his arms.
"I told you, no one's looking for you here. That was just my neighbor bringing something over."

Stella didn't reply, but gradually relaxed -- and after a while, returned his embrace.

"Do you want to lie down again?" David asked. "Or do you feel better now?"

"I still need to sleep a lot," Stella answered.
She stepped back.
"You can of course... do what you usually do."

David held the blanket out to her.
"Will you be okay if I'm in another room?"

Stella lay back down and let him cover her.
"I think so. If it's safe."

David smiled.
"Of course it is."
He leaned down and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead.
"Sleep well. I won't be far."

"Thank you."
Stella closed her eyes and turned to the side.

David watched her pretty face for a moment before heading to the kitchen in his bathrobe to prepare breakfast.
He made himself a delicious sandwich -- but ended up chewing on it absentmindedly while staring out the window.
Finally, he set the plate aside, having eaten almost nothing.

He tried to think of what he could do while Stella slept.
Various hobbies came to mind -- but none seemed to interest him at all right now.

He wandered around the apartment a few times without purpose.
Out on the balcony, he made a decision: he would go back to the bedroom.

There she lay -- still asleep under the blanket, just as he had left her.

Quietly, he sat on the edge of the bed.

She looked like a human being. An ordinary one -- if you ignored how unusually beautiful she was.
And he still thought so, even with most of her body hidden beneath the covers, and her face turned away.

And he was supposed to just do something... anything... while such a desirable woman slept naked in his bed?
That was absurd.

He longed to see her full beauty again.
That blanket was in the way.

Carefully, David lifted the edge and slowly pulled it back.

First, he uncovered her bare breasts, which presented themselves to him like two forbidden -- but impossibly sweet and juicy -- fruits.
Then her flat, but not too thin belly.
Finally, her pubic region.

She was completely shaved -- or maybe stars didn't grow pubic hair, just like elves in modern fantasy.
Gently, David pushed Stella's legs apart to get a better look at her vulva.

At that moment, Stella stirred and blinked her eyes open.

"David?" she asked sleepily.

"Hey," he said, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.
"Uh... did you sleep well? All by yourself?"

"I knew you were nearby, so I could fall asleep. But I dreamed about us... touching each other last night."

David seized the opportunity she offered.
"If you'd like, I'll lie down with you again -- and we can touch each other."

Stella gave an innocent, happy smile.
"I'd like that."

David untied the belt of his bathrobe and let it fall to the floor.
His penis, already quite swollen from the sight of her, stood almost horizontally.
Without worrying about what she might think of it, he lay down beside her on his side, and they wrapped themselves in each other's arms.

David's erection pressed against Stella's pelvis. His face hovered above hers.
"Is this good?" he asked.

"It's fine," Stella replied.
"But can we touch... with our mouths again?"

"You mean -- kiss?"

Stella nodded, and David grinned.
Then he leaned toward her heavenly face and placed his lips on her enchanting mouth.
He gave her time to receive the kiss.
Then he kissed her again, and again -- until her lips parted willingly.
Carefully, he let his tongue slip into her mouth.

She flinched slightly as their tongues touched, surprised by the sensation -- but the next moment, she explored him curiously, and their first real French kiss unfolded.
More followed -- deep, passionate, and tender.

Eventually, David pulled back just slightly and looked into her eyes.
"May I show you more?" he asked.
"It will feel good -- I'm sure."

"If it feels good, then yes."

"Then let go of me for a moment... and close your eyes."

Stella hesitated -- she didn't really want to let go of David -- but she obeyed.
He knelt beside her and leaned down toward her chest.
He placed a few soft kisses on both breasts, then began circling his tongue around them.
When he finally took one of her nipples between his lips and began to suck gently, Stella let out a surprised sigh.

David gave attention to both breasts in turn, but he didn't linger long.
Soon, he continued downward, covering her stomach with kisses -- until he reached her clitoris.

A shiver ran through Stella's body at that moment.

"Keep your eyes closed," he reminded her softly, as he shifted into a better position.

He circled his tongue lightly around the spot for a moment, then slowly slid it between her labia.
Lowering his head, he kissed her there, sucked with his lips, and gently pushed the tip of his tongue a little deeper into her wet slit.

"David," Stella breathed -- his name now carrying a new tone in her voice -- as a powerful tremble passed through her entire body.

David pulled back and lay beside his guest again, looking into her eyes.
"So... did it feel good?" he asked.

Stella's eyes were moist.
"Yes... very much," she replied.
"I didn't know one could feel something like that."

They exchanged a brief kiss.
"I can even show you something better," David promised.

"Something better?" Stella repeated, genuinely astonished.

"Yes. Just watch."

David slowly moved over her, until he was lying fully on top of her, his legs nestled between hers.
He lifted his hips and positioned the tip of his penis between her labia.
He slid through her wet slit a few times, teasingly.
Stella looked at him with wide eyes.

Then he lowered himself -- and pushed his shaft deep into her vagina.

"Ooooh," Stella moaned, holding her breath.

David groaned.
She was tight -- but it felt fantastic.
It had been so long since he had been inside a woman, and now his best part was buried deep in the most beautiful vagina, surrounded by warmth and wetness.

"You... you're inside me," Stella said in amazement.

"So I was right -- you didn't know this yet?" David asked.

He stayed completely still, touching her with his entire body. Their foreheads rested together.

"That's true," Stella confirmed.
"It feels like we're somehow... connected."

Her breasts tickled his chest, and with her hands she gently stroked his sides.

David kissed her lips.
"And do you know what happens now?"

"What?"

He moved his lips to her ear.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, my star."

Slowly, he pulled out of her -- almost breaking the connection -- only to thrust back in with more purpose.

Stella gasped again in surprise.
David repeated the motion.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes," Stella whispered. "Unusually good."

David pulled out once more and paused -- long enough that Stella gave him an impatient glance.
When he slowly pushed back into her, she closed her eyes in contentment.
After three more gentle cycles, he kissed her cheek.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" he murmured.

"It's so beautiful," Stella confessed. "Don't you think so too?"

"Yes, I do.
It's indescribable -- being inside you.
I'd love to go even deeper."

"Deeper? Is that even possible?"

"Yes, but you'll have to bend your legs and hook them around me. Can you do that?"

Stella tried to follow his instruction.
"Like this?"

"Perfect.
And now it's important that we press really close together."

He slid his hands beneath her shoulder blades and pulled her tightly against him.
Their foreheads touched once more as they looked into each other's eyes.

"Ready for a magical connection?"

"Yes," Stella breathed.

David pushed forward -- burying his shaft deeper and deeper inside her -- and let out a loud groan as he fully entered her.

Stella moaned too.
"Oh David, you're completely inside me!"

"And it's so warm in there."

"Because you're so deep."

"Let's do that again."
Following the same rhythm, he pulled out -- and thrust back in.

"Yes, keep going," Stella urged.

And David didn't need more encouragement.
He began to fuck her deeply and firmly with all his strength -- pressing her against him, moaning, and drawing moans from her in return -- until they merged into a single firework of sensation.

"David!" Stella gasped eventually. "I think I'm about to explode!"

"That's the magic," he said.
"It will unite us forever. Are you ready?"

"Yes... any moment..."

"Me too... get ready..."

"Aaaaahhhhhh!"

In a breathtaking, magical climax, both arched their bodies and tensed -- while powerful surges of very human semen burst from David and spread deep inside Stella.

For minutes, they clung to one another without moving.
Only gradually did their muscles relax, until they found themselves wrapped in a peaceful embrace.

"So... how was it?" David asked.

"I don't have words for it."

David raised his eyebrows.
"Was it nice or not?"

"Much more than nice," Stella smiled. "But..."

"Yes?"

Exhaustion was written all over her face.

"Now I need to rest again.
Can we sleep?"

"Of course. That sounds very sensible.
Should I go -- or stay here and cuddle with you?"

"Please stay," Stella replied.
"A little cuddling will help me sleep."

"Wonderful," David said, wrapping his arm around her waist and resting his head on her chest.
"Then let's do just that."