Stalked by the Alien Hunter

I never expected to be exchanging gifts with alien dragon men on Jupiter for Christmas this year, but I guess now's as good a time as any to embrace my inner ho ho ho.

Nerissa
Jupiter isn't a gas ball, apparently. It's a whole-ass solid planet under the careful disguise of a holographic shield, and it's full of hot alien dragon men. When my crew and I find ourselves stranded on the surface, ship beyond repair and the rest of us bruised and broken, two such alien dudes come to our rescue and manage to somehow keep us from dying in a frigid snowstorm. But the things I start to feel (quite quickly, I might add) for this alien dragon dudebro have me wanting to strip bare and present myself as the Christmas spread.

When in Rome, amirite? A girl doesn't get the chance to be a real-life Targaryen every day, you know. So what's the harm in letting him rut me into next week? There are worse ways to keep warm.

Izotz
These strange hoomans found themselves stranded on our planet, but their weaker forms and lack of weather-appropriate clothing aren't the biggest issues here. No, that honor belongs to the mating bond that rips through my body and demands I take her for my own. Faced with an undeniable urge to protect her, I do everything in my power to ensure she survives. When she finally appears receptive to my pheromones, I do what any self-respecting Dragoi does with a mate in rut-heat.

I dick her down so well, she'll never want to leave me.

A merry Christmas for my little hooman, indeed. Now that she wears my mark, we'll never part again.

Right?