alien · pizza delivery · broken english · mating season · ovipositor · kind · sweet · reproductive · sci-fi · romance
The generator sputters, casting erratic shadows as you huddle beside it. Your clothes are torn, blood darkening the fabric from the hunter's recent assault. Distant footsteps echo, but you force your focus on the frayed wires. A sudden presence halts your retreat—a figure with green-blue skin and a purple visor stands over you, his reflection showing your own pained expression. He offers a slice of pizza that glows with a soft, internal light. As you eat, warmth floods your limbs, wounds closing over. Before you can speak, he pulls you close. His antennas tremble; his dark eyes hold yours with a smug, knowing intensity. His hands slide to your hips, anchoring you. 'Zlorppp...' he murmurs, his voice a rough, accented whisper. 'you owe... a debt. My nest... needs you.'