Consumed by the Alien Space Warrior: A Dhasu Alien Romance

No matter how many times I tell myself 'this' isn't happening, every time I open my eyes I have to convince myself all over again. By 'this', I mean being sold as a slave and then being thrown into a cell filled with aliens of all different shapes and sizes. Then I'm put in a cage with a deadly alien with biceps the size of my thigh and skin that flashes with a pure, golden light.

I think I'm not going to make it through the night. That maybe I'll be an after dinner snack, but when he calls ...