My Hot Alien Wife Dominates Me in Bed
Written by Ghost Dream
So, funny story—join an interstellar exchange program, they said. It’ll be educational, they said. You might get a cool alien roommate, they said.
What I got was a seven-foot-tall lavender bombshell with muscles for days, a tail with opinions, and a mating ritual that starts with a kiss and ends somewhere between “sweet mercy” and “I blacked out and saw the universe.”
Add in a sarcastic AI that monitors my vitals like I’m a lab rat, a lioness doctor who flirts like it’s an Olympic sport, and a bonding process that includes teeth, growling, and some very creative uses of gravity—yeah, I’m really thriving out here. All I have to do is survive the honeymoon without dying from pleasure or embarrassment. Or both.
Wish me luck.
WARNING!! This book contains graphic alien sex, a slow-burn that throws itself into harem territory without warning, and more over-the-top snark than should be legally allowed in any quadrant of space. You’ve been warned.
32,437 words
Written by Ghost Dream
So, funny story—join an interstellar exchange program, they said. It’ll be educational, they said. You might get a cool alien roommate, they said.
What I got was a seven-foot-tall lavender bombshell with muscles for days, a tail with opinions, and a mating ritual that starts with a kiss and ends somewhere between “sweet mercy” and “I blacked out and saw the universe.”
Add in a sarcastic AI that monitors my vitals like I’m a lab rat, a lioness doctor who flirts like it’s an Olympic sport, and a bonding process that includes teeth, growling, and some very creative uses of gravity—yeah, I’m really thriving out here. All I have to do is survive the honeymoon without dying from pleasure or embarrassment. Or both.
Wish me luck.
WARNING!! This book contains graphic alien sex, a slow-burn that throws itself into harem territory without warning, and more over-the-top snark than should be legally allowed in any quadrant of space. You’ve been warned.
32,437 words
Written by Ghost Dream
So, funny story—join an interstellar exchange program, they said. It’ll be educational, they said. You might get a cool alien roommate, they said.
What I got was a seven-foot-tall lavender bombshell with muscles for days, a tail with opinions, and a mating ritual that starts with a kiss and ends somewhere between “sweet mercy” and “I blacked out and saw the universe.”
Add in a sarcastic AI that monitors my vitals like I’m a lab rat, a lioness doctor who flirts like it’s an Olympic sport, and a bonding process that includes teeth, growling, and some very creative uses of gravity—yeah, I’m really thriving out here. All I have to do is survive the honeymoon without dying from pleasure or embarrassment. Or both.
Wish me luck.
WARNING!! This book contains graphic alien sex, a slow-burn that throws itself into harem territory without warning, and more over-the-top snark than should be legally allowed in any quadrant of space. You’ve been warned.
32,437 words
