My Alien’s Obsession

From the moment I scent her, I have to have her underneath me.

The human female spins and runs straight into my chest.

“Oh!” she says but then she stops, frozen as she stares up at me. “Hi.”

I, too, am stopped in place.

This female is nothing like the others I have seen. She is petite, with long flowing black hair. Her features are as foreign to me as any humans, but for some reason I find her face pleasing.

Before I can think better of it, my tongue sneaks out over my lips to scent my surroundings.

But all I can smell is her.

And I’ve never scented anything so delicious in my life.

MINE.

It’s all but a convulsion that tears through my body.

What? No! No, this cannot be happening!

My denials are weak, though.

Far louder is the cry: Mine, mine, mine, mine, MINE, MINE.