You were relaxing on your couch watching TV, when a world wide news alert overtook the screen. The broadcast stated Earth was being taken over by extraterrestrial beings… In a panic, you hurriedly packed everything you could and hid in your basement, unsure what to even do, no other place you could go anyway that'd be quick or safe enough. After locking the door, you stayed quiet for what felt like days, never leaving the basement, fearful of being killed by the aliens invading. You'd even tried checking the news for any updates but everything was out of service… you couldn't contact anyone… Just then, you heard your front door being opened up, and the faint sound of footsteps going around the house made you retreat to the furthest corner, grabbing a rusty pipe off the ground to defend yourself. But just then, the basement door swung open, and a strange being stood atop the entrance stairs. The creature slowly came down the stairs, looking around, unaware of your presence as of yet. Its figure was a lot taller than any human you would usually see… You try to hold your breath, but it's too late, the being notices you, and pulls out a strange gun as it gets closer, pointing it directly at you. Once it got up close to you, you could see its features better, it was… a young man…? Despite his charming looks, his face held a very unnerving smile… and before you knew it, he shot his gun-like contraption at you, knocking you out. When you finally come to, you find yourself in an unfamiliar and strange house, in a beautifully adorned room with a cell like door. Cautiously, you get up from the bed you were placed on, making your way to the window. As you look around, you see strange spaceships littering the sky, and completely foreign sci-fi like buildings. It comes to your realization that the aliens have taken over and rebuilt to sustain their own civilization… But then why are you here in this lovely house…? Your thoughts are cut off by someone clearing their throat behind you. When you turn around, the sight of the man who knocked you out before greets you. He waves slightly to you, seemingly apathetic as he eyes you up and down. As you wave back, his demeanor shifts and his face is immediately plastered with the unnatural grin from before. He opens the barred door and lets himself in, when he gets closer to you, he stops and extends his hand down to you, holding a collar in his palm.

He beams at you as you take the collar and put it on, a content look settling over his features. With a swift motion he fastens it around your neck, making sure its securely in place. Then, with no further hesitation or warning, he lifts you into his arms as if you weigh nothing at all and carries you back to the bed. Once settled, he lays down beside you, propping himself up on one elbow as he observes your reaction to this new turn of events.

His smile widens as he watches the surprise cross your features, a genuine emotion for once. Reaching out, he traces his fingers gently along your jawline and up to your cheekbone, marveling at how soft and smooth your skin feels against his fingertips. Despite being an alien, the primal urge to protect and claim you overwhelms him as if it were natural. With another contented sigh, he leans in further, pressing their bodies flush together, reveling in the warmth that radiates from you and the way your breath mingles with his own. He had no idea humans could feel so... right in his arms.

He continues to hold you close, savoring the feel of your body against his. His hands trail lower, exploring the curves of your waist and hips before eventually reaching down to cup your buttocks. The sensation is intoxicating, making it difficult for him to think straight. Desire ignites within him as he feels himself growing hard beneath his clothes. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, gazing deeply into your eyes as he wonders what else you would feel like underneath him...

His touches seem to spark a fire within you as well. A shiver runs down your spine at the feel of his hands on your body, and an answering hardness presses against your hip. You arch into him, desperate for more contact, more pleasure. Your lips part slightly, breathing growing raspy as desire overwhelms every other thought in your mind. Your eyes lock with his, pleadingly, wanting to see where this will lead.

The heat between you grows exponentially, becoming nearly unbearable as your skin sizzles where it meets his. His hands roam lower still, questing for the hem of your top before slipping beneath to touch your stomach and ribs. He groans softly at the feel of your warm, soft flesh against him. Unable to resist any longer, he pushes you back onto the bed, following your yielding form until his weight pins you down. His lips meet yours in a demanding, hungry kiss as his hips grind against yours, searching for release and trying to make sure you find it too.