Seducing His Scientist: An Alien Size-Difference Dark Romance

THIS IS A SHORT STORY WITH EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. 18+ ONLY. MATURE READERS. Dub-Con Size Difference with an Alien MMC in heat. Breeding Kink. All Holes Used. HEA.

THE SPACE ALIEN'S POV

The sensors on the pilot’s control panel flashed neon yellow and vibrant purple. An assortment of beeps echoed on the cockpit speakers.

Approach was imminent.

The planet loomed ahead. A grand mixture of waters, deserts, forests, plains, and mountains. Surely such a hospitable, diverse world would have what he’d been searching for during the last calendar rotation. After traveling many lightyears, the time to prepare for landing had arrived.

Mig’Urlok, the General of the ship and all its crew, sat on his throne in the middle of the flight deck. His serpentine eyes surveyed the scene with a calm, trained ease.

“Confirm invisibility,” he ordered in his native tongue.

“Invisibility confirmed,” his pilot answered back.

This was his fifth planet to scout. The tactic was the same for each: arrive undetected, observe the resident hosts, assimilate as able, and above all, search for his prize. Of the five worlds, this one held the most promise. The ship’s probes revealed an abundance of life. The quantity alone was impressive, but even better was the wide variety of complex life forms.

He would have a selection to choose from.

‘Good start,’ Mig’Urlok thought.

‘Yesssss,’ his manhood replied, writing between his legs as if waking from a long nap.

The beast was starved, yet full of milk to feed and swollen with seed to reproduce. It could only find satisfaction by giving away its hoard. It hungered for attention and relief. It begged for a receptacle to fill and cultivate. Mig’Urlok wanted to satisfy his extension more than anything, but first he had to find an appropriate companion.

That was proving to be more difficult than expected.

Since Mig’Urlok was a youngling, he had two life goals. The first he had attained when he was appointed General of his own ship and fleet. The second—taking a life-mate—should have immediately followed his promotion. It would have . . . if their planet hadn’t undergone a rapid and unforeseen decline in population.

Females became scarce.

Vulnerable.

So few of them remained and those that did were not able to reproduce like before.

Sickness overwhelmed them. The surviving females were hidden and guarded while Dar’Kumran, the King, searched for a cure.

Rather than receiving a prized life-mate, Mig’Urlok was appointed a special mission: Find a planet with a suitable alternative. If their females were not able to be saved, they needed another option.

The species must live.

The beasts must breed.

If they didn’t, they were overcome with milk madness.

Heat and weight pulsed through his manhood at the dreadful thought.

‘Mustn’t happen. Need mate. Must fill,’ the engorged member hummed, the blood inside singing a song that only Mig’Urlok could hear. There were no words he could offer to comfort his extension. He slid his hand down the cloth covering his hips and legs. He massaged the growths that stored his milk, seed, and coupling blood. He slid his clawed fingers up and down the heavy weight of his manhood.

The touch felt pleasurable, but it was insufficient.

‘More,’ the beast cried.

’MORE!’ it raged.

Mig’Urlok felt the need electrify his body. This was his mission. He would not fail. He would find a way. He would earn his prize and claim a life-mate.

He would breed, or he would die.

“Approaching planetary atmosphere. Where should we land, General?” the pilot asked, slowing the ship’s engines.

Mig’Urlok had been watching the numerous radars. There was a spot of water, close to the land, that appeared unused. They would be a day or two away from a great population center yet far enough away to remain hidden. They would begin their hunt there, and if it proved fruitless, they would fly to another sector.

Mig’Urlok squeezed his rigid length so hard his claws punctured the rough flesh. A sigh of contentment left the little beast as excess blood and milk slid free. No one on the ship would judge him. They all felt the same delirious drive to find and mate. As leader, he retained the right to choose first. The burden fell to his shoulders, but so would the glory when he succeeded.

He was running out of time.

He hoped this planet was the one.

He hoped for all their sakes.