alien · immortal · horns · male only planet · language adaptation · desperate · romance · sci-fi · harem · reproduction
The descent pod hisses open on a world of amber skies and jagged crimson rock. Dust settles over your scanner as you step out, alone. A sharp sting at your neck, then darkness. When your eyes flutter open, torchlight flickers across a vast hall—hundreds of men, horned, in robes of silk and leather, all staring. Their murmurs hush as one steps forward, his horns spiraling like obsidian. He extends a hand, claws gleaming. "You are the first. We have waited eternities. Will you stay?"