Vrox's lips trailed across her cheekbone, settling against her ear. There, he muttered, "would you like me to slit-mate you?"

Slit-mate?

It was getting harder to keep track of Vrox's erotic vocabulary. She was still processing the fact that the man called kissing "mouth-mating."

"Slit-mate?" she repeated.

"Yes. I will bring my mouth upon your mound, and satisfy it with my tongue," he offered, growing harder at the mere thought.

"Um... I'm still... bleeding."

"I do not mind your blood."

She spluttered. He was willing to lick her bleeding pussy? The women from Earth would pay billions to date him.

"I... well, that's a bit too kinky for me, but thank you for the generous offer."

"What is keenky?"

"It's too... scandalous. I wouldn't feel comfortable."

He nodded. "Another day, then."

Nope. He wasn't plastering his pink tongue against her crimson cunt ever.

"Yeah... sure," she drew out. "Why don't we go see if the boys need help with anything?"

"Boys?" Vrox frowned as he helped her off his lap. "They are men in their primes."

She waved him off. "You guys are as cute as Vee."

She bent down to pick up her bouncing bunny, heading outside.

Behind her, Vrox stared at her accented hips. They waved with each sway, beckoning his hands to grab them. He was sure that the clouds of delicious fat were jiggling under her dress.

Kira's ass was dangerous, and not only because it hypnotized his cock into a constantly-frozen state. Her hips screamed out her identity. Any spy that laid eyes on her would instantly recognize her gender.

"You will need to wear a cloak at all times from now on," Vrox told her.

She looked over her shoulder, holding onto Vee with one hand and petting him with another. She was innocently distracted, out of tune with the dangers that surrounded her.

"Why?"

"I do not mean to scare you, but we are often in open space. Anyone could peek into the camp and spot you."

Kira stopped walking, giving the wall a paranoid scan.

"You are safe, female," Vrox assured as he stepped beside her. "You are with me."

His intense yellow gaze remained stern until she smiled, grabbed his hand, and continued to lead him to the other men.

"Hi!" she called out.

Kyros waved at her.

"Hello," Rokan greeted. "We just finished here. Ni'ev went to get food."

"Do you think Ni'ev would say yes if I asked him to help me with something?"

Vrox stepped in, possessively squeezing her hand. "What do you need? I will provide it."

She sighed, not surprised by his caveman antics. "I just need him to make me a box so that I can start working on the refrigerator."

"A box?" Vrox repeated.

"Yes. A square." She put Vee down so she could demonstrate the dimensions. "I need it to be about this tall," she instructed, leveling her hand to her knees. "And this wide. The front should be able to open. I wanted to ask Ni'ev because you said he enjoys blacksmithing. I figured this could be some good bonding time for us since he seems kind of shy."

Vrox frowned. "You only need to bond with me."

Rokan chuckled. "I am enjoying this tantrum of yours."

Vrox grunted, tugging Kira to his side. "I will give you whatever you need– a square, a circle, a triangle. Whatever it is." He kissed the crown of her head. "You come to me. Yes?"

"You are being absurdly jealous. He's your brother," Kira countered.

Vrox knew his emotions were silly, but his brothers were equally powerful, loyal men. They were fair competition.

Seeing his struggle, Kira added, "you can make the tool this time, but we need to work on this insecurity, okay? It's not really healthy."

Vrox nodded.

"Thanks for the entertainment," Kyros grinned. "But, I am going to go skin some furs."

"Oh! Can I join, please? I want to make Nebula some clothes for when she comes back."

Vrox grumbled with displeasure and Kira sighed. "Come on, Vrox. It's important for me to learn how to do this."

Vrox gave Kyros a hesitant look. He wasn't only jealous over the idea of her spending time with Kyros but also worried that she would hurt herself. The skinning knives were sharp, and his Kira was soft, delicate, and pink.

He gritted his teeth. He just promised Kira that he would work on his insecurity, so he needed to deliver.

"You will be careful with the blades?" he hesitated.

She nodded eagerly. "Yes. Kyros will teach me well. Right, Kyros?"

Kyros shrugged. "If you bleed, he'll probably make me bleed. I don't like bleeding. So yes, I will look after you."

"Awesome!" Kira burst, shoving Vee into Vrox's embrace. She hopped to peck his lips and then skipped over to the campfire area.

"What is that?" Rokan asked, nodding toward Vee. "Lunch?"

Vrox groaned, looking down at the little pufil beast in his arms.

"No. It is Kira's pet."

"Her pet?" Rokan repeated. "She domesticated a pufil?"

"No," Kyros interjected. "She domesticated a pufil and an Ezronian prince."

Vrox stabbed Kyros with a glare, making the man bleed with laugher.

"I am going to start the skinning lessons. Vrox, why don't you be a dear and feed the little pufil? It looks hungry."

"I shall feed it your corpse!" Vrox snarled.

Kyros laughed again as he picked up a sword and two daggers.

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Rokan shook his head at his retreating younger brother. "We should check how the crops are doing."

Vrox placed Vee on the ground and followed Rokan, giving Kira a last look to make sure that she was alright. Her brow was scrunched in adorable concentration as she observed Kyros.

With his female in his thoughts and their pet hopping after him, he entered the fields.

–

Days stretched by. Every night, Kira fell asleep under a muscular, scaled arm, and woke up with a nose skimming against hers. After their "eskimo-mating," as Vrox endearingly called it, she would try to escape so she could rinse her mouth. Without fail, Vrox would tickle her sides to get her to open her mouth and then shove his tongue inside.

Kira groaned that it was gross to kiss her morning-breath, but she secretly loved their little ritual.

He often disappeared for an hour with one of the other men to hunt, and she spent her time skinning and treating furs. She had gotten pretty good at the skill. Nebula now had a pile of skirts, tops, dresses, and even underwear. Kyros had taught her how to use pigment to dye the cloth, so she even decorated the articles.

Vrox obsessively asked if she was in pain, and nearly burst in tears of relief when she told him that her menstrual cycle had ended. After she delivered the news, he pulled her to his embrace and asked, "does this mean you will let me slit-mate you now?"

She had laughed and had to duck to escape the horny alien.

The days were spent laughing, but every passing sun seemed longer. Nearly two weeks had stretched by since she last saw Nebula, and she was starting to get worried.

"Kira?"

She tore her eyes away from the gate that she often gravitated toward.

"I finished your box. Do you wish to see it?"

She smiled, although it didn't reach her eyes. Vrox was trying his best to lift her spirits, but there was only so much that he could do.

"Sure," she agreed. "Come on, Vee."

Vee scurried her way. With a final look at the gates, Kira pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders and followed Vrox.