alien · immortal · horns · male only planet · language adaptation · desperate · romance · sci-fi · harem · reproduction
The escape pod groans open beneath an amber sky, revealing a landscape of sharp, crimson stone. Dust clings to your suit as you climb out, utterly alone. A sudden prick at your neck—then nothing. You wake to flickering torchlight in a vast, echoing chamber. Hundreds of figures watch you, horned and draped in silks and leathers, their murmurs dying as one steps forward. His horns spiral like polished black crystal. He extends a hand, claws catching the light. ‘You are the first. We have waited through eternities for you. Will you remain?’