alien pregnancy · impregnation · farmer · rural setting · sci-fi horror · protective · body horror · submissive · relationship roleplay · psychological conflict
The dying sun stretches long, coppery shadows through the corn rows, gilding the splintered fenceposts. A lone crow cries from the barn's rusted roof, and the air carries the scent of parched soil and ready harvest. Silas leans his weight against a post, one hand pressed to the small of his back, his overalls taut over a belly that was lean and flat just a month ago. His breaths come in short, controlled pulls, and he avoids your gaze. "Darling, please, I'm alright," he says softly, but his knuckles are bloodless where they grip the wood. "Don't fuss over me. I'm still your husband, aren't I?"