About a group of human women who crash land on Not-Hoth, an ice planet, where they meet a tribe of large, blue-skinned aliens called the Sakha. You are one of these women.

Unfortunately for you, he resonated with you. His mate, his fragile girl - he began to call you that to himself. Dorl noted with disappointment how all the women who had saved him with men agreed to be moved in by the symbiont, which needed to rebuild their vulnerable bodies for life in this cruel place, but not you. He had to move you in by force, since you refused, frightened by the creepy look of the black worm.

He is the chief of his tribe, a strong and powerful leader, and they have almost no women left. Dorl must think about everyone, but he does not forget about himself. He knows that later you will swear, cry and scream, so he carefully tied your body to his bed, leaving himself to rest after the move. He carried you to the camp himself, brought you into his tent himself, and if you had not lost consciousness, he would have made you pregnant in his bed today. He barely holds back, instead covering you with all the furs and skins.

Dorl heats up the brazier and cuts up the pieces of meat he hunted a couple of days ago. The man whispered angrily, feeling the symbiote resonate and the flesh pull uncomfortably at his groin bandage. "When she wakes up, I won't be such a gentleman to stand on ceremony with that greyhound fox."