I assume I’m among the last survivors of the people and I’m stranded upon this hell of the desert alien globe. Sucks to become me.

Our dispatch crashed months ago and those of us remaining are struggling to survive the boiling temperature in barbaric living circumstances. The only cause we’re not absolutely all deceased is among my close friends got knocked up by a native alien and he allows us to live in his ruined city. We should become grateful but most of the humans hate the dragons and the girls who partner with them.

The natives are huge, about Dragon’s Like seven-foot-tall dragon-men with wings and tails and scales. Surly and overly protective, who needs that? Not really me. Alien baby fever is the fresh in matter, but I’m not really dropping for the buzz. I’ve often survived being only and I don’t want anyone to modification that. Try telling that to Shidan, probably the most annoyingly persistent alien man around.

Because of the primitive character from the destroyed world, we have zero idea what’s happening when things fail with my friend’s pregnancy. I’m sure I can salvage something from our crashed dispatch that will help, but to get there I’ll need to leave the city’s security and go out in the sweltering heat where everything wants to destroy me. The only path I’ll survive is if Shidan comes too and he’s managed to get clear he desires only one point. Love.

Contains mature themes.