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Chapter 1

It was a dreary afternoon. Ominous dark clouds hovered over the quiet town of Boone, North Carolina. Its modern concrete apartments and parking lots juxtapose the rustic shops and inns engulfed in the looming shadow. Though, none of that was too much of an issue as a young man trudged his way uphill.

Michael Therman was heading home after a long day, and a little rain was troublesome. He had just finished classes and had an hour before starting his part-time job. The young man barely had time to relax, which sucks more, given how poorly the weather looked.

Since he didn't have a car, Michael would have to hike back to town. The one thing he tended to forget, unfortunately, was to bring an umbrella. Though, if he felt one little droplet, he would have to unsling and use his thick suitcase of a backpack over his head.

He was a young man, no older than twenty-five, with black hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and a lean and averagely athletic build. On his person, the young man was wearing casual clothes consisting of a red shirt under a black blazer and a pair of blue jeans.

He made a right turn and trekked through the dirt road path, his house just down the hill. Once Michael made a beeline through the rigorous path and hopped a couple of cobblestone steps until he arrived. An open clearing lingered below as he gazed with a half-hearted sigh.

A sardonic scoff escaped his lips. There it is—home sweet home.

Michael's house was a modest two-story cabin, a gift given to him by his late grandfather. On the property were a single garage on the west side and a small satellite dish on the triangular rooftop. There were a few ranch houses built next door and he was sure his neighbors were friendly but other than a few hellos here and there, Michael never had the right time to get to know them.

It was built inside a dirt road cul-de-sac where the only way outside was either the trail or the long road leading into the forest. Wolves and coyotes were known to frequent the woods, especially at night, so taking the route was much safer for the young man, he would always conclude.

After walking through the front door and closing it behind him, Michael proceeded to the living room. He tossed his backpack on the loveseat to his left and plopped onto the couch, facing the flatscreen. There were unopen boxes all over the place. Some were lined up against the oak walls. It was just some stuff from his old home, nothing more. Michael needed to put them up, but his tired expression showed he didn't want to.

Cracking his neck and sighing, Michael reached for the remote on the coffee table. He turned on the TV, and that's when an impulsive thought arose.

My shift doesn't start for another thirty minutes, so I have plenty of time before I leave the house. Michael pondered. Until then, I might get a good yank out since I'm basically alone.

With a few button taps, Michael switched to pay-per-view. He pressed play, and the movie started; feminine moaning and jazzy music filled the room. The image of two young women, one blonde and one brunette, appeared on the screen, both naked and close together. Michael was utterly enticed as a tent pitched in his jeans, unzipping and pulling out his fully erect shaft.

His eyes were glued to the TV. The scene of girls exploring each other's bodies as big and soft breasts intimately touching together got him going. Michael moved his hand up from the head to the shaft, pumping it hard to make it last as he imagined the very same girls with him. Both were on their needs, giggling and smiling, leering seductively close to his manhood, the blonde sucking the tip while the brunette planted kisses on the base.

Unbeknownst to Michael, the clouds hovered over his house, but something was off. It wasn't a typical thunderstorm. In a flash, a bolt of purple lightning struck the cabin's roof—a thousand bolts coursing into the lightning rod of a satellite dish and throughout the electrical system.

As Michael stroked his cock faster, he was hitting his limit and was so close to erupting. That's when the screen turned to static before going black.

Michael jumped out of his seat in anguish and right in the middle of the good part too.

"Oh, you got to be freakin' kidding me?!" Michael groaned with both arms extending forward in ire, his pants dangling at his ankles.

God, I was so close! Michael grimaced. He fell back on the upholstery and clasped both hands against his face, frustrated.

Unless it was during sex, edging was the last thing any guy wanted to deal with, but that wasn't what concerned Michael. The power was out, and the house was basically dead. His grandfather tasked him with taking care of the property, and within reason, Michael always kept his promises.

He got up again, pulled his pants back on, and went down to the basement. Each step on the rickety staircase creaks. Flashlight in hand, Michael shined a light and checked the breaker box. He watched enough YouTube tutorials to figure out how it works. It was getting shocked that scared him.

Michael took a deep breath and said a little prayer.

"I really hope this won't kill me," Michael said to himself, unintentionally jinxing as well.

Unfortunately, when Michael flipped all the switches on and off, a jolt of electricity exploded, sending the young man flying. His back hit one of the support beams, cracking it along with his back. He gasped with the air knocked out of his lungs. Luckily, none of that killed him.

Michael rubbed the back of his head and tried staggering back up. The stiffness in his back was easily fixed with a good stretch.

That's the last time I'm ever attempting that again! Michael winced a little as he rubbed his dorsum. A loud crash grabbed the young man's attention, facing back to the basement door. That came from the kitchen. Oh, God. Please tell me I'm not being rubbed. Of all the places to have a break-in, it has to be at the one house that recently lost power. Great.

Michael wasted no time and proceeded to investigate. As he was halfway back upstairs, the lights immediately came back on.

"Okay, I guess I won't need this anymore," Michael murmured, turning the flashlight off. It wasn't unreasonable for him to use it to defend himself. "Alright, let's see what we're dealing with here."

Passed the living room and down the hallway, Michael crept into the kitchen. There, Michael got closer and made sure not to give himself away. He hid and peered from the doorway.

He saw a shadowy figure pattering around. It was undoubtedly the intruder, a woman, to be precise, but she wasn't stealing anything. In fact, she looked downright troubled, muttering something to herself.

"Oh, no…not again…"

Thanks to his nearness, Michael was able to make out her appearance. She was pretty stunning, his heart thumping. It was a young Asian woman around his age. She had curly brown hair, hazel eyes, and olive-brown skin; her face rounded without being chubby and thin yet kissable lips. Despite her athletic and slender posture, she was rather curvy with some muscle. Lastly, the girl wore a lavender t-shirt under a blue sweater vest, a lavender skirt, a leaf-themed scrunchy, and a pair of yellow sneakers with knee-high socks underneath, all of which complemented her toned and elegant legs and chest.

At that moment, without realizing it, he dropped his flashlight. The young woman stopped, her muttering ceased, and she spotted the young man standing with his foot in the kitchen doorway. Both were frozen in place, almost comedically, and stuck in a staring contest. Michael was the first to speak up, stepping over and breaking the ice (poorly).

"You do know this isn't your house, right? Though, if you're here asking for a cup of sugar, there are better ways than breaking and entering," Michael quipped to sound charming, but it made him come off as a smartass.

The girl's eyes furrowed daggers, and her fists balled, lunging her entire body right at Michael without hesitation. The young man was taken aback as the woman grabbed him by the collar of his jacket.

The woman bared her teeth. "Okay, start talking. I don't know how you did it, or why you've taken me, but you're going to bring me back home right now."

Michael was more confused than ever. With a swing of his arms, he broke free from her grasp and leaped away from her.

"I have no idea what you're talking about?" Michael held his hand out to show that he meant no harm. "Look here, missy. I don't know how you ended up in my kitchen, but it's not because of me. If you can just calm down and listen, then maybe I can help you sort things out. Is that alright with you?"

Without delay, the young woman cocked and threw her fists. Her moves were precise and fast and almost hard to keep up. Michael's heart raced. He wanted to settle this peacefully and amicably, but that was too much to ask. Nonetheless, with each strike the young woman landed, Michael quickly dodged and blocked. Muscle memory was taking over his system.

"I don't believe you!" she growled. "You think I'm going to let some creep snatch me up? Well guess again, pal You're wrong!"

"Will you just stop and listen!" Michael pleaded.

She was skilled, but so was her opponent. Michael was in a battle stance: Fists raised defensively, and legs spread out. She landed another punch as Michael curved it to the side, retaliating with a swift kick to the abdomen, which the girl dodged without a scrape.

He smirked, glaring in concentration. Muay Thai? Not bad. But what she has is nothing my grandfather hadn't already taught me.

As the young woman spun around, raised her right leg, and aimed for the side of her target's head, Michael managed to catch it on time, trapping her in his underarm before sliding to her thigh. The young woman was at a loss for words when she slipped onto the linoleum floors and her arms pinned, the young man struggling to restrain her.

"You know, at first, I didn't want to hurt you, but you're really testing me right now," Michael remarked, a cross-like vein on his temples.

The girl glared and flashed a smug grin. "Oh, really? Then how about this for a test, big boy?"

Flipping him on his back, the girl was on top, pinning him, her face an inch close to his own. The young man, in agitation, tried bucking her off, but her legs were clenched around him tightly.

"Now, let's see you try to get out of this one," the young woman continued as Michael mustered enough power to toss her up.

Over and over, the two played a game of cat and mouse. When Michael thought he had the upper hand, the young woman countered. It was exhausting but, at the same time, exceptionally arousing for the young man. There was no denying it.

Finally, Michael had her up against the wall, his body pressed against hers, both breathing heavily. That's when things turned for the better as the girl brought her face close and kissed him. Lips touching, Michael found himself frozen but quickly reciprocated. He wasn't sure if this was because of the adrenaline rush, but no one cared and went with the flow.

When his tongue slipped into her mouth, the young woman's gaze turned upward, the intimate touch of his tongue touching hers and caressing every part of her mouth, tasting like strawberries and apricots. For her, she tasted junk food (that is, pizza and fries), but it didn't bother her.

The two were lost in the kiss. Michael dropped his hands and moved to her waist to take in her nubile frame. Then his fingers mindlessly slithered into her shirt, copping a feel with her breasts fitting out of his palms.

The young woman whimpered but did some exploring herself as she entered his clothes. One hand caressed his flat and toned stomach, becoming quite impressed, while the other was in the front of his jeans. She tugged on something long and hard, almost squeaking like a mouse. When she called him big boy earlier, it was an insult, but not anymore.

Michael hastily lurched away from the young woman. Her tongue stuck out, a trail of drool still connected and lingering on the young man's lips.

Michael blushed with pursed lips. "Are you alright? Is this really appropriate?"

The young woman let out a thirsty sigh. "I don't know why this is happening, but you can have me if you want."

An anxious energy spiked up Michael's spike, the circus tent in his pants rubbing between the girl's thighs. Before Michael and the young woman even realized it, the two were taking their clothes off. Michael tossed his jeans and underpants to the side, freeing his hardened and throbbing cock. The young woman grasped the rims of her sweater and shirt, lifting them and letting her mouthwatering tits bounce out before throwing them into the pile.

The pair were bell-shaped and perky orbs. The young man's gaze never left them out of sight. The young woman smiled shyly before stumbling closely towards the young man, embracing him with her nipples touching his chest. She was incredibly wet, and he could tell. His dick was already touching her lower lips, which she begged to put in. In the South, it was rude to keep a lady waiting, so he humbly obliged.

Michael thrusts slowly, trying to ease the woman without hurting her as tiny squeals of pleasure on her lips. She was a tight fit when he carefully slipped his dick in, moving from the head to the base. He held her up with one hand by the leg while the other massaged her butt, prompting her up as she wrapped her arms around his neck for support. The young woman nuzzled her head against his neck as the young man suckled on her breasts, raising the tempo of her voice. Michael pumped his cock deeper into her, feeling the momentum of his pleasure building up, drawing him in.

Growing tired of holding her, Michael lowered the young woman to the floor, spreading her legs upward, putting her in missionary. Michael took hold of her waist and let himself fall into a slow, methodical rhythm, watching her breasts circulate with each tempo as he pushed his hips forward and back into her.

"Right there. That's the right spot," the young woman whispered. "Keep going, please."

Her arms and legs tightened their grip and brought him closer. The two now bound into a mating press. Michael's hips slammed as deep into her as he could, and sensual ripples coursed into the two.

As Michael began building up his pace again, he felt himself hitting his mark. His dick was throbbing intensely, and he was about to climax. He didn't have any protection and needed to move quickly.

Michael winced. "Oh, shit. I need to pull out. I'm going to—"

The young woman didn't let go and smiled breathlessly. "It's okay. Don't pull out now, it's too good. It's my safe day, so don't worry about it."

With those words, it was enough for Michael to lose control. Instead of getting off, he embraced the woman tighter. She was getting ready to come too, and her inner walls constricting Michael's dick were proof. The woman wailed at the top of her lungs as her lover's thrusts accelerated, biting her lowers lip while digging her nails into his back. Finally, after giving one more thrust, the young man erupted his white-hot load into his lover, pouring deep and coating her walls. Simultaneously, the young woman's body quivered with delight, eyes almost rolling to the back of her head, and her hips bucked from the spasms. The two stayed in place; none of them asked the other to move, relishing in the divine bliss and the skin ship surrounding them.

Michael and the young woman cuddled on the wooden floor, using their clothes as a makeshift love nest. The feeling of his dick still inside her did not fade as his arm around her back and brought her closer. However, another sense overlapped the other, and it was regret as the pair stared blankly, waiting for one another to utter a single word.

Once again, it was Michael who broke the ice.

"Well, that happened," said Michael with a monotoned edge. "I can't believe I just had sex right in the middle of a fight, and with a complete stranger I just met a few minutes ago."

"Yep. Same," the young woman concurred, her fingers caressing his chest. "I mean, this one really takes the cake out of the weirdest hookups I've ever had."

"Uh-huh."

"That being said, it's one of the best I've ever had," she remarked as Michael received a confidence boost. The smile she had was then replaced with a remorseful frown. "Hey, about earlier. I'm sorry I tried to kill you. Being in an unfamiliar place brings back a lot of bad memories, and I kind of got a little crazy back there."

Michael deadpanned. I don't know what she meant by that, but I'll put a pin in that and ask later.

The young man then waved his hand dismissively. "It's water under the bridge. Hell, if I was in your shoes, showing up in someone else's house, scared and confused, I probably react the same way. Besides, this has been the most fun I've had all day and right when I…" he trailed off before smacking himself in the face, seething. "…son of a bitch!"

Anne was a little startled. "What's wrong?"

Slowly, he leaned up as Anne rolled to the other side, carefully pulling out of her while she let out a subtle moan. The young woman got into a cross-legged sitting as his seed leaked from her lower lips. Michael fumbled back and forth as he contemplated, the young woman watching intently.

"I was supposed to be at work thirty minutes ago, and my boss is wondering where I'm at. Of course, I could call him and say I got hung up, but that's going to take a lot of convincing. What do you think?"

"That could probably work," Anne shrugged. Her stomach suddenly rumbled, making her chuckle in embarrassment. "Sorry about that. I guess I haven't had anything to eat before getting here, huh."

Michael nodded. "I can always call my boss later. In the meantime, how about I make us some dinner. My treat."

"Dude, really? Thanks!"

"Hey, I'm just happy to get over this rough patch, and it's a good way to get to know each other better," Michael stated as he knelt down and picked up his clothes and the girls' too. "But before that, do you mind if I throw these in the wash? With how we were rolling in them, I don't want them to stink up the place."

"Obvi. Go right ahead," said Anne.

The young man helped his newfound friend stand up, her legs shaking weakly from post-coital roughness. Her heart was beating more from the gesture alone, the young woman still holding his hand and didn't let go.

Michael grinned. "I'm Michael, by the way. Michael Therman."

Anne gave a warm smile as Michael released his grasp. "Nice to meet you, Mike. The names Anne. Anne Boonchuy, and I totally hope we can get along together."

A/N: Hey, everyone. This is Kman134 here. I'm here to bring you the new chapter of "Intruders from the Other Side. Now, here's a rundown of this chapter. Initially, instead of Anne, it was supposed to be Luz Noceda (specifically beta Luz because I like her design) and Michael quickly coming to terms with a cartoon character in his home. However, that would have been too much of a reveal. So, I switched her with Anne since she's still a "normal" cartoon character, despite her adventures. I also wanted to add more on Michael's debut, showing him as a frustrated college student with a part-time job and getting hints about his backstory, the martial arts aspect was something to challenge Anne since she knows Muay Thai. As for the lemon aspect of the story, I did say this would turn M-rated fast, and the interaction isn't too far-fetch. People do fall into such situations when strong emotions arise. Other than that, I thought it would be fun, and don't deny you never thought about having sex with older Anne. Anyways, the next chapter will be a bit more talking head and dives a little into how Anne arrived in Michael's world, which will correlate with the purple lightning strike (there are also some possible easter eggs related indirectly related to other fictional characters). I hope you enjoy it, write as man reviews, and feel free to provide some insight for future chapters.