They remained under the suspenseful shadow of the bird for many minutes. When it flew away, the alien under Kira's thighs muttered something that she couldn't decipher. The only thing she understood was that his voice was deep– a universal feature of masculinity.

"You almost got us into a lot of trouble. I do not have a weapon, and my brothers are nowhere nearby." Vrox growled when the boy dared to ignore him. "I am speaking to you!"

A squeal of fear hurt his hearing. He cringed, and almost released the boy who resumed his attempts to escape.

"Stop squirming."

The request didn't seem to produce any effects. The bony sack of fear in his embrace was desperate to get away.

Seeking another approach, Vrox lifted a hand to his hair. "Calm down," he requested with a much softer voice. He pet the strange-colored hair, hoping it would help. He didn't have much experience petting anything. He might have played with animals when he was much younger, but touching others for comfort wasn't common in his age. The most intimate exchange among his brothers was the grasp of the forearm to show appreciation or support.

There were foreign tribes that wrapped their arms around people to express love, but Vrox found that to be strange. Being entrapped in someone's arms seemed more like an insult than anything else.

The repeated strokes to her hair exhausted the fire of Kira's squirming. She was both confused and baffled– not believing that she was sitting on a naked alien and getting pet.

"Good little creature," Vrox praised when she calmed. His words fell on Kira's ignorant ears, but the softness of his voice communicated his intention to soothe.

As cautiously as possible, Vrox rose to his feet, pulling the boy along. He spun him around and squeezed his shoulders.

"Stay."

He released his hold and took a step back.

"Now, tell me your name and where your father is."

Big, strange brown eyes stared at him, communicating what the mouth refused to. The boy looked terrified, but Vrox didn't understand why.

He wished he knew more about comforting younglings, but he hadn't seen one in many snowfalls. The only conclusion he could draw was that the way his tall and broad body arrogantly declared dominance was unnerving the child.

Wanting to ease him, Vrox fell to his knees. His head was now leveled with the child's, but nothing could be done about the broadness of his muscles.

"I'm not so scary now, yes? Will you tell me where your father is?"

The boy didn't reply. He simply stared with those dirt-colored eyes of his and breathed heavily. The injuries on his chest rose and fell with every breath he pulled. Vrox made a note to check the obscurity later, but first, he needed to get answers.

After multiple seconds, an alarming theory took shape. The child was covered in weird texture and had peculiar features. Could it be that he was mentally distraught?

Kira watched the thick brows of the alien furrow to form a purely human expression. It amazed her to see so much familiarity in a man that was literally out of her world. He was alien but similar, primal but intelligent.

To survive and reproduce– live and fuck, was the drive installed into every being on Earth. This male seemed to have been programmed the same way. His body was an impenetrable shield, but the rope that dangled between his legs was meant to penetrate much. It was impossible to not notice it. His cock was thick and long like the rest of him, loaded with the DNA needed to ensure the continuation of his species.

The blunt lines on the abs provided a signed guarantee of his virility. Even if he were wearing pants, hiding his cock from view, his alpha status would be unmistakable.

Slowly as if not to alarm her, he raised a hand that could surely swallow her entire face and pressed it against his chest.

"Vrox."

When he spoke, fangs peeked out from his lips. They weren't the wildest part of him, though. No– it was his eyes; those balls of fire which mimicked the sun and evaporated her breath.

When his hand shifted toward her stomach, she took an apprehensive step back.

He alien tried again. He palmed his chest and repeated, "Vrox."

Vrox? Was it his name? Was this a recreation of the scene where Tarzan met Jane?

She raised her hand and pressed it against her breast. "Kira."

"Vrox," he pointed to himself, and then her. "Kira."

His thick accent completely butchered her name. His voice was guttural, matching the roughness of his figure. His speech, gaze and gestures all confirmed that he had some degree of intelligence. It was his ability to feel compassion, however, that convinced her. He wouldn't have pet her hair if he didn't own elaborate emotions.

She looked past his head, observing their surroundings. Whether he was human or alien, had a high or low IQ, it didn't change the fact that he was a male.

Men had no place in her life. She needed to return home where she didn't depend on anyone. There was no NASA in this God-forsaken green Hell. She wasn't a seasoned scientist here, but a seasoned slice of meat that any beast could munch on.

Vrox rose to his full height, contemplating on the issue at hand. The boy–Kira– was definitely from far away. To make matters worse, he didn't speak his language, so there was no way to know where exactly he was from.

He grunted with frustration and tossed another look at the sky. The squar was thankfully nowhere in sight.

"How unlucky."

He made a clicking sound– a noise that meant irritation to his people but nothing to Kira.

His eyes then fell south and focused on her breasts."Your injury," he gestured. "Does it hurt?"

Kira frowned with confusion, wondering if he was asking about her clothes.

"I don't understand," she replied.

She looked at the ground in search of her purse. Her translation device was inside of it. Since she doubted there were any satellites above this planet, the device wouldn't be able to access its archive of Earth's languages. Thankfully, the ability to record new languages would still work.

It would take time, but she would need to point out everything around them and assign a word to it. After she had enough words, she would get to ask him if he knew how to get the hell off this planet.

"The injury on your chest. Those balls that hang from it. Do they hurt?"

Kira was unable to do anything but frown.

"These," Vrox stepped closer and pointed to the globes.

Kira just about threw herself away from him. She defensively crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a horrified look.

Surely, he knows what breasts were. The women here have breasts, right?

Vrox knew better than to continue his approach. The child was clearly insecure about the disformity.

"Very well. We will try again later. Come, let's go back to my brothers."

He offered his hand, but Kira didn't accept it.

Vrox didn't think much of it. He simply turned and began guiding the way home.