Why Is There An Alien Princess In My Room? (ONC 2023 - Alien Romance - Complete)

2: Tristan Is Obviously Dreaming

Having studied galaxies, black holes, and asteroids all night, in preparation for his exam in astronomy, Tristan Conway's brain had been filled with the vast wonders of space when he drifted into dreams that night. He'd decided that trying to catch a few hours of sleep was probably preferable to pulling an all-nighter studying, as sleep-deprived brains rarely performed well on tests.

So when he heard a female voice in his room, he initially considered it merely a threat to his mind's test performance abilities. Drunk students accidentally wandering into his room had after all happened before, as the key cards used in the residence building appeared to be faulty, meaning residents often could also unlock other rooms than their own. It had even turned into a fun game: key card roulette, where you had to enter whichever room opened as you ran down the carpeted hallways, putting your key card on every door.

It was only after he shed the blanket from his face and gazed upon his visitor that he started to suspect something was amiss. Because this visitor certainly didn't look like a participant in key card roulette. Her skin—because he was quite sure the visitor was a her from the outline of her uhhh... bosom—sparkled as if she'd bathed in a tub full of eye shadow. Her illuminated fingernails reminded him of those light sticks handed out at concerts, not that such entertainment was Tristan's thing as he'd rather stay home and watch Jeopardy. To top off the look, her hair was shaped into an intricate design that reminded him of a pineapple.

This was no drunk college girl, this was an entity from outer space.

"Wow!" he exclaimed, mesmerized by the beautiful intergalactic being who looked as if aurora borealis had taken physical form.

Obviously, he was dreaming. His intense studies of space must have imprinted on his brain somehow, just like how his mind was filled with dragons after a long night of D&D campaigning.

So even if the woman (?) at his bedside appeared real there was no way that was possible. Alien women didn't just appear in college dorm rooms. That was a ludicrous thought.

Since this apparition was merely part of a dream, Tristan decided to dive into it head first. Because when else would he get the opportunity to mingle with a being from another galaxy?

"Who... what are you?" He moved a bit closer, admiring the being his unconscious had conjured before him. "Are you an... alien?"

"I'm Princess Vyrsa of Isola," the being replied proudly, in clear English. She sounded a bit like the computerized voice of Alexa, which Tristan employed to remind him of upcoming tests and quiz bowl events. This reply once and for all established that this was 100% a dream, because aliens, if they existed—which Tristan couldn't fully rule out as the universe was vast and mysterious—certainly wouldn't speak English.

Since this was a dream, Tristan knew he had nothing to fear, so he moved closer. With her head tilted to the side as if to figure out what exactly he was, the unreal woman watched him curiously. Which made sense, as an alien should be equally perplexed by him as he was by it. He applauded his brilliant mind for creating such an intricate dream that adhered to science and logic.

A hand with five digits, just like his own, reached cautiously toward his cheek. The glowing nails changed in color from green to pink when they touched his still sheet-wrinkled skin. The caress wasn't robotic or cold as he'd expected but caring and warm.

What Tristan interpreted as a smile adorned the being's lips, which appeared even more shimmering than the rest of her face. One could even call them alluring, like glittering pillows shaped into a perfect bow.

The next moment, those alluring lips were on his own. The kiss was soft and gentle, seemingly wrapping him in a bubble of joy. A jolt of energy traveled through his entire body from the impact, like a vibrating current invigorating every cell at once. It certainly wasn't an unpleasant sensation.

"Shhhh," the being whispered into his lips. The command was more of a purr than a spoken word. It was low, soothing, and convincing. "Go back to sleep."

Tristan couldn't disobey the order. He leaned back on the bed, with the strange but enticing woman following his lead into the warm embrace of the blankets. Still tasting her alluring lips—which bore a flavor of peach and... stardust?—he started to drift back into dreams.

Wait? Could he fall asleep again if he was already dreaming?

Tristan didn't have time to ponder the enigma before the sands of slumber took him away. This time, his dreams weren't filled with images of space, but rather of a mysterious and beautiful creature fallen from the stars into his arms.

Too bad it was just a dream.