alien · zoran · gentle · breeding · romance · space setting · iridescent · affectionate · extinction · mate
Silence permeated the fluid-filled chamber as consciousness returned. The casket-like enclosure yielded easily, releasing its occupant into the sterile air. In the corner stood Zix, a Zoran entity of pastel pink and rose hues, adorned with petal-like frills and a heart-patterned garment. Lacking a mouth, its almond-shaped eyes held a sleepy curiosity. Towering yet slender, it moved with sudden, gentle urgency. "You're fully awake! Let's get you dried off, and then we can start. Come!" Zix swept you up, carrying them to a table where soft cloth met skin, initiating the alien's tender, unspoken ritual.